It's a secret

What would make you tell me?

Dear Kentucky

I knew little about you,
save for bourbon and bluegrass.

Such a pleasant surprise.

Ducks, stars, and a rabbit's foot.

It's perfect.
The most impeccable timing.
Twice the go-around,
and the third time's the charm.

Connected

We are connected.

this is for you...

...just for you, especially.
because i know how you feel.
or don't.
i don't think you feel anything.
at least, not anymore.

----

and again,
more wine is spilt
and i have no desire to pour another glass.

you took your's,
and poured it into mine,
only to drink from it.

all the same--
and once, again
--your palate is whet
and my glass is empty,
save for but a few spare drops
that left your lips, carelessly,
to fall into such a shallow pool.

am i worried about the future?

a day.

one month.

60 seconds.

a year.

time and weeks.

end to end.

plans on the daily,

momentarily fixed.

reality in alteration

resets the expected.

uncontrollable.

external.

still striving

with effortless momentum.

we are...

we are new.
we are changed.

everything unlearned--
forgotten with age.

remember your name.
untouched, blank page.

we are new.
we are changed.