Sun bright misty morning
Coasting through the goods yards
yawning into long necked bottles,
Coffee cups. Blue smoke rings
catching words like butterflies
in a precocious spring
You gave me bread and honey
but kept the key to your heart
Now, I’m Fortunes refugee
awake in the sleeping car
Heading west in contemplation
of different paths to turn,
and uncollected deliveries
Blisters without burns
Forging a fragile redemption
in open spaces and crazy places
Cutting from a twisted deck
with one eyed jacks and missing aces
Seeking no exemptions
at borders I must cross
Querying the bill but
always paying the cost
Wondering where I’ll build again
the barn that I just burnt
Sifting through the ashes
managing the hurt
