And so it goes…
Goodness only knows
The bag, the boil, the big fat foil.
Nothing left of those…
To start anew…
Shared with but a few
In love, in life, in all my strife.
So much work to do…
Random as it be…
Never only me
A gift, a glance, a second chance.
Solid as the tree…
Blessed…
m(___)m
