Poetry

A day of possibilities
 Lies, lifeless
 On the couch

I keep you in a box, you know

Starting things
 Is easy
 Finishing
 Is

There are worlds within the world
 Shadows of the order of things you know

Don’t make things
 Worse

We couldn’t give you the sky
 For your own
 But we wanted to show you
 What you could have
 If you wanted

The leaves
 Are amassed
 In a mound

I had a dream of falling
 From a dream chair

Collections of things
 Require, first
 A Taxonomy

The cloud speaks to the rain
 In curiosity
 Of tidings nearer earth
 And what may lie below