Sudden motionless
I stood in the isle
Looking down at the gathering
Groceries
Collected
I recollected the next item needed
And I moved on
Sudden motionless
I stood in the isle
Looking down at the gathering
Groceries
Collected
I recollected the next item needed
And I moved on
Straight homely
I have become
In the morning hours
I come undone
In a vegetative state of awareness
I did not know my own sense
Of scaryness
Cuddle in on a wet Texas night
Making a move
Well after the thick twilight
In an evening muse of salutation
Yoga rejected sense of frustration
In a bed
On the road
Somewhere between being lost
And growing old
Pleasing the senses
In the beginning
Notched up from losing
To winning
A piquant beginner
I hope to be
In my understanding approach
I learn to be
The same as I ever was
But new the same
Watch quietly
Without a word
Saving up the knowledge
For when it will do us good
Hold up the square delay
From a known state of mind
Until it all fades away
No round edges in the way
Of the kind of
Square delay
Unlike the heavy
Comes the light
Upon the easy
Days
Of life
No one needs a sprout committee
Asking for the spring
In New York City
All we need is the time of year
My dear
Null word
Will leave less of an impression
As a state of degradation
Watering down the hopes
Of all the nation
My pail zest
On a spring day
From the wintery holds
Of the bitter grey
I emerge
Ready for spring
What the summer rays
Will bring