for everything which is yes

Where old meets new is
where I fell. But that is no
where to remain. Still…

She asked me not to
forget. Maybe it’s me who
should have been asking.

A low, red sun was
there before me as I left.
And as I returned.

How can one sky hold
so many hues, one heart so
much saturation?

An old barn, gray streaks
showing, backdrops an orange road
sign: END CONSTRUCTION.

To have and to hold:
Only as long as they both
shall give. No longer.

Friendship: a surprise
peanut butter milkshake that
arrives mid-workload.