After Frost and Hue

I ride iron over land as stone skips over sea,
never known the future from my running from the past
like jumping free as the trains change track;

two paths diverge and that train,
that train seemed bound for no place
so I see I must turn back.

I opened a pistashio...

Pop-
ping shell;

the tomaley
of a lobster

leaping out,
f
a
l
l
i
n
g like a cone from a tree,

brains turning over,
set loose--

maybe set free--
twisting for a moment,

turning for a moment
in the breeze.

When there's what you've dreamed of...

Everything around is

drawing me in

like iron to magnet:

so close I can't let saltwater

go--

like stone

before steel--

some secrets revealed

over time

are perennial,

and you can dare to say, Love,

when there's what you've dreamed of...