Round the Corner

The simple smell

Can trigger so many memories

Roasting coffee

In Williamsburg

Takes me to years

On the road

So fresh and clean

Yet Smokey and full

The roast roars our into the air

Aggressive

And bringing back

Memories of good times

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Day to Be

The coming days to be

Letting go of what was familiar to

You and me

A city

A life

For bigger and better

Discoveries and journeys

Letting go

While others hold so tight

That they squeeze the life

Out of the joy

Thy love

And love left

It will be

Goodnight City

Fears and hope

All mixed together

In on moment

Of letting go

Growing Up

Not growing old

Ride the train home

When the timing is just right

So the doors will open and

Step into the night

An Old Friend

An old friend

Was always familiar

So much so

That I could swear

That we had met before

In some other life

But in a similarĀ realm

How quickly

Life can change

From sustained to lost

Living

To holding on

I love my old friend

As he transitions

Making his way from one life to

Another

And we will me again

My friend and I

Delays in Night

Delayed

Unfettered display

Of reckless disregard

On guard

Words with no meaning

Indecisive

Backward leaning

Back in the night

When the sun lies low

That is where the weak prosper

The forbidding go

Be Gone Bygone

Be gone

Bygone era

Let go

Of the past 

Open a new future

I want not vintage and old

I want to grow up 

New 

Refresh 

Let go

Grip of Power

Display the power

Training our eyes

Not to wonder

Bearing down

Fists of thunder

Hold our breathe

Let go

The ones who have the power

Will soon let us know

That when their rains come

They will be a shows

Of the terrible grips of power

Goals and Intimidation

Goals set up

What can either be achieved

Or grieved

Held on to and flourish

Or fallen to the side

And malnourished

Objectivity

Subject to change

Some day’s life goals

Seem strange

Tend and sift

So in time dreams grow

Hoping they take us all

Where we want to go