Published by Cinnamon Press
Borrowing lessons learned and sharing what we knew
retreating into dream where needed; advancing
far into after hours, moments filled with talk
like shadows, nattering back and forth
and always spinning in dark and light
an enigma and a globe; your world,
the costume contradicting the fiery cold,
held time in abeyance; confronting fear and hope;
ruffled the morning chorus feathers before we called it day;
for who expects to sleep before riddles
just like these are laid to rest?
Losing was the only game to play.