Writing

& the trees outside stand like arrows

in the winter morning, stiff & afraid.

the world is cold, and hard,

and the new february ice lays unforgiving.

Long day

past where morning sun shines and into the dark huskiness of night

fluorescent lights beating down 

then flickering off

a fanfare

a reflection

a redemption

Taking down for now. Revision in progress!!

Click

Click

Click

I push at the eraser

of my mechanical pencil.

Watching the lead peek out to say

“Hello!”

The rush of information from a single swipe

Is a current that threatens to sweep me away

Each new voice adding another issue to the many already bouncing around my head.

I’ve been told,

That I have a gift for words,

Here lie the depressing thoughts,

I keep hiding in my metaphors

so no one guesses they're mine.