spirit

it all comes to end.
even the new beginnings.
especially them.

in the olden days
things were different to now.
future past perfect.

time is sandpaper
buffing my harder edges.
i’m spit and polish.

down the center lane
em dashes keep my thoughts clear.
coloring outside.

quiet night at dawn
opens one tired sleepy eye.
eternity cries.

dog days are over
now that summer’s all packed up.
but where did it go.