Canary yellow or baby blue
Where do I stop for you?
Spiders crawl by number 8
2 plus 2 times 2
For two fours too
Such a tax the math of madness
in accord with this sadness
that can’t be ignored
or taken lightly
in a misspelled word
Tumble doubt through a thorough washing
Escape by purpose and equal action causing
Door knobs know to stay tightly screwed
Relative, at least, to external promptitude
From lightbulb to lightning bolt
Edison to Tesla
you and me
like a key
are opening
electrically arcing
across the space between
Turn back around
From incomplete
Peruse climax and savor snacks
Wear on through more blue jean knees
Which stack away in folds so neat
Like the passing turns we take
Eight o clock and feeling gay
Old cold gray winter
springs new buds of green
As summer suns fall in fading red
When life lived is by each kind gesture
It questions not the manifester
Quickly crosses jokes like jesters
Hopeless hermits are unsequestered
And decisions dedicate to live their best year