Poetry

Stop/Start at the verge.
The place of ‘about to’
Where anything might happen.

I could have looked over you.You sat in the rehearsal space.Black sweatpants and sweatshirtAs Quiet as invisible.And yet when you

Funny,FairweatherFriends no longer seemFeasible. They areFree to leave. Instead, aFeast of thoseFit in values, andFlowing with integrity haveFound me, andFluidlyFloat

My life has been very clear There was perfect or there was not. Each had gradation But the division line