Off She Goes, Facing

Off she goes, facing

momentary flow

of real tears.

The last of the clever cube

workers programmed a local

music man

into the airplane,

Carolina bound.

Taylor serenades

her. Welcome to pottery.

She is adept at

multiple friendships,


without having to do the

familial, marital chores.

My plea is

to one day enjoy

the same lifestyle as

my wife and son.  Spoiled

yet productive, creative

and hard at

the books every day.  They sit

and watch as

I coalesce, stagnant

due to knee, hoping

writing keeps

my weight down.  Hawks and turtles

tie  us, sheet

ice, winter glimmer,

downshift, huddle close.