cyclic recycle re_____

when it first started to rain
i ran outside
tongue tense from
over-extension
waiting for the first drop
i pranced like i was 7

maybe i was

so when one liquid capsule
burst throughout
thousands of buds
taught and expectant
i only tasted
acidic tension

the distant smokestack
drew back as though
called off curtain
smug and content
the rumbling belly of industry
joined in where the
rivers connect
and give their offerings
to the clouds

orange is the color of the darkest hour

what i couldnt tell
you in person
i paid someones little brother
to carve into a jack-o-lantern
smoothly chiseled
i let go of a few dollars
and got her to place
it on your porch
ribbon in hair she looked
both ways before crossing
streets that intersect
between you and i
it was perfect
until some kids came
and smashed jack's face in

leaving carts and loving life

racing through (out)
corridors rich with warmth
sweet snacks delite (full)
i could have sniffed you out
cinnamon and chicken
soup isle 14
(where did all the children go)
instead i paced the halls
leading to and from you
alternating efficientcy
egg nog is on the shelves again
i knew id find you there