And all these tears
that I have steamed whilst
sitting here
These past years
and a day
have caught up with me
My runaway trains
*
I'm sporting a recognised grin
Because there are better outs
than the route
I've been drawing
of late
There was a map
dear room
that hypnotised me
through seasons
and played tricks with
my weather
*
Staring out the window this morning
without biting my bottom lip
I see blossom on my tree
the winter is melting
*
Someone tells a joke on the radio
and I'm laughing
leaping at last
I've cracked the hard boiled egg
