I now hang
on some peg
at the end 
of a pier
having many times 
before been chucked 
overboard to save 
some did many
didn’t too many 
lost I now
wait in safety 
retired to this 
just a reminder 
that the seas
of life frequently 
reclaim their own 

No longer wishing 
to roar content 
with whispers to
those who listen 
the rustling leaves 
of my fall
play a music
few will hear 
my years now 
a comfortable porch
and the kind
of sun that 
warms never burning

Finally it’s mine 
back to mine 
this heart that 
was thine it’s 
back to being 
mine it’s a
sign that it’s 
time this rhyme 
no longer chimes
back in mind
this thing a
little heart that’s 
made of twine 

It is the quietest
of people who are 
the wisest for they
have listened to others 
spew nonsense and decided
that a revving mouth 
doesn’t get any further 
than one in neutral 

Snowy start today
someone dusted porch
like it’s pastry
slippery beneath slippers 
just enough for 
pause too much 
for paws stop
we do too
back inside hurry 
where it’s warm
to cup bowl 
coffee and kibble 
me and pal