spirit

on the one hand
is a fruit most bitter.
on the other nothing.

in the beginning
the world was a big oyster.
but now the pearl’s gone.

the desperation.
the ragged breath from climbing.
flagging the spirit.

children laugh outside
ripples from incoming tide.
frothy and fervent.

a patter of rain
come to wash the purple pain.
losing the best ones.

does the mind know
this vehicle it rides.
time its whipping jockey.