Loose ends and what-nots
(for now)
An antennae for articulation
Feelers for the unfinished
Business
of this
Busy-ness
Buried in
Piles of slush
Blue bergs on my shoulder
Peeking like turtles,
the Titles only protrude embossed edges.
Forensically, youth is represented by shades of Green.
Golden leaf mulched for hi-res imagining
And this
is precisely why
Starting only feels new once
Again like re-occurring recurring
serial coincidence becomes easier to predict.
Like weather
once
(in a while)
upon
and the ending never comes after-
a Time
Happily.
Image in [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons, State Library of Queensland.
