Things end
lives jobs
seasons love 
most people 
inquire how 
so as
to what 
avoid the 
same hole 
that I
fell into 
holes are
never holes 
until at
last they 
sadly are 

Two cold
beers each
and twilight 
covered head
to toe
in dirt
and dusk
having just 
tilled the 
garden tired
looking at
each other 
knowing that 
lips are 
in there
finding them 
by memory 
good job 
and off
to shower
and share

Only pot
clean cup
first sip
and off 
we go
it goes 
down gullet
and back 
to brain 
then zing
whatcha want 
to do 
kissy kissy
kisses face 
and laughter 
remembering last
night before 

Morning has come 
light of day
eases into windows 
lumber I do
across cold floors 
first to heat
then to kitchen 
setting pot to 
boil arranging things 
next to mirror 
and counting lines 
just to remind 
me of the 
many years of 
life I’ve walked 
back to kitchen 
to conjure create
and mix elixir 
my liquid electricity 
meant to make 
positive this day 

Those who 
seek find 
those who 
look see
those who 
touch feel 
those who 
wait get 
those who 
kiss surrender 
those who 
love live