Magnolia and one more cup,

thicker than what used to be,

air lifted,

drifted,

and recognized,

belonging not to me.

Never two,

wonder how,

the proof was proofed,

then disavowed,

things that change,

are not to blame,

a futility dance

to stay the same,

Hope.

A muted town,

a first snow long gone.

Fog over fallow on a moose jerky ride.

What I owe and where to go,

elusive seclusion completly derived.

Waste not, want lots and a long distance charge.

The surprise is earned,

then burned.

Useless unions,

a crooked floor,

five a.m. ride on the second fall.

Winter.