Serendipity

Is it a pre ordained sequence

Or a type of chemistry

That plays out

When the light

Hits a certain

Curb

In my eyes

That I remember a previous time

The serendipity

In that connection I feel

Close to the

Life that I live

New York City

How long has it been

Since I have smelled the roasting

Chestnuts

In the square

Taking in the lights

As the night approaches

The city I remember

Every ounce of living

On those streets

I miss what I knew

At a time when

City life

Was for

Me and you

Serene

A life of simplicity

Serene

Impressions

From a day lagging

In it’s full connection

I slow my mind

As the wind dies out over the water

To take in the moment

As birds clatter

And water laps

The serene life

Is what I must return to

Butter Rabbits

Dancing lightly over the

Fall

Of flowers and trees

Is the butter rabbits

In drinks and

Other things

Such as loafs of bread

Being carried home in a hurry

The dense sensation

Of sweetened desserts

On the minds of those

Who carry them to

Bliss

Can we rejoice

For another day

Or is that reserved for those

Who have to have it their way

Upon the light of the sun

Over the land that is desperate for

The life force

We retreat in bliss

For yet the world

Can go on

Another day

Clothes

The defining feature

Of choice

Clothes

Draped over the shoulder

As we walk

We have chosen the clothes

We wear as a

Statement

Some true

Some confusing

But either way

A way of expressing me

To you

Little Life

Who’s life is this

The working man

Working for his family

To make a life real and true

To feel the need to push

Against each other

To create what we believe

To be fair and equal

But rather inequality

Is the goal

On full display

With no where to go

So why is that we have

Changed our values

In such a short time

No way up

Is the call of the cheap kind

Taking their time

To stab each working man

In the back

Blistered

A blistered approach

To an old problem

Good old fashioned

Hard work

Sweat

And tears

Creates a life

Full of delayed

Gratification

But in that

There is hope

That for tomorrow

Will bring

A better day

Setbacks

One moment away

Can be eternity

If the pieces fall

In the divide of time

Where even a minute is

Too late

To take the setback

Is to be bold and weary

Upon the arrival

Of another day