Shifty gifts
Suggestions in obscurity
Little pushes
In its subtlety
We hope for love and get
Love in return
But not all love is simple
Some coded gifts
Are suggestions
Polite and rude
Acute and obtuse
See that we give truth
In the holiday
Nothing is better than this
Not even a
Shifty gift
Lean in to hear
The words spoken softly
Worth waiting to hear
Every moment
Every cheer
Lean in time
Lean in past and future
Teach me
With the lean in
Down the road
In steel country
There is a pawn shop
Calling the shots when the going gets tough
Dictating each move when
You get turned down
And have to start anew
I fear that shop
I fear my own mistakes
I fear where it call all go
Yet I embrace the unknown
What keeps us going
What move us
If not positive
The negative motion
Mother of fear
We React
Instead of proact
The horror fuel pumps
The blood in our veins
But hope for light
Can do the same
Kids and a grand daughter
In the greatest of way
We talk
We laugh
Ain’t that the truth
I reply
As we slide through the history
We make friends
In these moments
All through life
Refund the reception
On a rainy day
Let the money go back
To the ones to play
In moments we hold
Uncounted bars told
When the people leave the room
The reception
Will end soon
Mundane minister
With nice pulpit
But nothing to say
Puppet
For no one
Nothing
No how
Preaching with no purpose
Small master
Of few things
What more do you need
In spite of feelings
Growing up into a great
Embrace
Letting up
Loosing face
Hold the buffet until the
Line is down
Small master
All around
Love me today
In a moment of disgrace
Weakness
And fear
Love my soul
Love me as we grow old
Weakness and health
Poverty or wealth
Just love me
Certain meanings
Tucked in certain places
Certain feelings
Away in foolishness sameness
Salisbury steak on a Tuesday
Makes for a weird wire of digestion
As Wednesday approaches
Regret in tempting the only remnants
Of a Salisbury steak
