Exhale On The Frontier

Sitting at tables across from faces so foreign
in policy. Passions painted from our mouths where
bristles bend and the faceless rock softly off to sleep.
Shoes clap the pavement scent from a cool day,
when we would sit in perfect company.

Flat pop rocks
and bruised cherry cola the basic instincts for a
remedy for old lives in old times, an ex life. Daylights
shine from ear to ear and earrings dangle in the deepest shine,
eyes ignite in fire joyful and beautiful
folds of slow hands clasp the edges of rooftops
as steaples watch in awe.

A pinch of skin underneath
heart shape snow globes that cloud street lamps
on the long drive from where the circles end.
Leaves gash and lungs press out like wind chimes
another long gasp as the sun cradles, the plumes that
blanket an often thought about tune.

Swollen ankles climb upward into the afternoon from
concrete caverns to citrus waterfalls, soaked in kiwi
and the longest fall one last deep breath in a sightless
plunge where mud vanishes like snow. High rise as ears
balance on the surface and all is made new.