Midwest Coast to Coast

 Laissez Faire was the call of the night.

Olives dance on the rims of my mind. 

I remember your name, and I remember the time.

Your face pix-elated, grains of time spinning in the leaves queued in the back of our minds.

The rain it comes, stays, and goes. Amongst the first fruits in the ways that we go.

Giant steps among men the days we shared we said would never end. 

Even professions of friends, lovers, and kin the confessions to the worlds end.

Fall among the paths of scattered leaves in time.

Falling forever in the footnotes, granular sidesteps, tip toed, and comb overed the waxing, and waning.

Our lives in a steeping tea kettle, settling in time. 

To an orchard taste testing field were you've been all this time.

About face to endless dawns.

All in due time.

I can't remember anything.

What is your life?