Return

With tracks
Winding through passages
Unavailable to human eyes

A crest into a hillock
Then out again

Lingering between
Madman moments and
The serene

Indulge in
Mint mornings
To cover up the tang
Of pure iron will

Years of wear
Why do you worry?
We climb with the rises.

Broken Wine

Cedar vault
Wine from where
Raspberry's culled
In salty air
And obliterated
In one fell swoop
Left a vacuous
Gash where none
Used to grow
For the sake of
A tiny sip
That alternates
Between warmth and
A sugary hell