From out of bounds to railroad sound

A poet’s life bends to under pass and pretty lass

Words on words ideas never end

Want and need crisis and greed lost in burning weeds

All is in the starting seed born of Adam

Right or wrong walk along covering body with mindful song

Pursuit of sweet tender fruit better left upon the vine

Perhaps a place in the winter race of summertime and grace

We live for what it was or in time what it has been

Glowing trivial pursuit of Golden Fleece and apple root upon a throne

Shell it be a pea green sea or once again a river deep to sleep

Just before you're requited to return to burn a slow and brutal life

Here we are again at the very end of another poem lost in going home

To view a page that once blank now cover in grace and smudges erased

A wanted word or two covering bare parts of soul and body viewed