How Fast We Go

Into the day

Even when we sit and watch

How fast the morning burns

Away

And noon runs red lights

Leaving us

With afternoon

Like Dicken's ghosts

Impatient and demanding

'Til

Evening

Like a gracious host

Soothes our stirring

Anxious will

With promises

Illusory

For other days to feign

Fulfill

Grace

Is stretched like bread dough

Morning rush

Too many tables

Apologies

Dot her conversation like apron

Stains

Old man baked into the corner

Booth

Wanted decaf

Wanted eggs

Over easy

Wanted sourdough

“I'm so sorry”

“Let me take that back”

“No, that's okay”

“I'll eat this”

She moves on in a dervish of

Spilling

Wiping

Checks

And balances

Corner booth man is gone

Another stiff

Oh well

She deserved it

Gathering his napkin

She allows a small

Tear

As the fifty dollar bill falls

From the fingers of

Grace

How To Get Rich

Step one

Find a need and fill it

Step two

If you can't find a need

Create one

Shine your little white light on my

Inadequacy

Exploit my

Self-doubt

And if that doesn't work

Incubate fear

And expose me to its virus

When the symptoms

Envy and

Jealousy

Disable my acuity

I'll buy your

Prescription

A Metaphor for Many Things

When you wash a kitchen knife

Show it some respect

Never run your dishrag

Along its cutting edge

Keep the handle toward you

Keep the point away

Then you'll surely live to wash

The knife another day

Inkhorn

Swirling with potential

Quill

Breaking the surface and

Extracting

Limitless images

The men of Babel built a tower

It's salience catching the

Eye of Heaven

The men of letters much more

Subtle

Their Babel built on

Parchment plains

Rising into the clouds of

Time

A Clear Day

It's wispy intentions drift from

The sky

Show me the future

Oh wind

I smell where you've been

Among the pines

Whistling through the evergreen

Gables

Running down the road and

Circling

For me to follow

Waking the sleepy dust

Parting

The velvet grasses

Trying to stifle your impatient sighs

You cannot comprehend my

Maps

My signposts

My landmarks

My need to know at all times

Where I

Am

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