it
was all the shit
heaped up
in a pile
that didn’t need to be
surveyed by me
or you

it
was stuff
left over
from bad places
broken relations
shattered dreams
too

it
was a jumble

lessons unlearned
taking old
and making it new again

rekindling a fire
sipping on warm cider
watching the trees become bare
as winter approaches
leaves drop
1
by
1
yet the limbs don’t shiver
from the cold

the squirrels don’t

nobody’s wrong
nobody’s right
it’s an internal fight
trying to burst
out of the bubble
trying to stay
out of trouble
head throbbing
heart sobbing
when does it end
…………………..right now

set your stake
claim the day
sing your song
dance