Puffy Clouds, fall leaves
Today, awash in beauty
Stomach pits remain

Puffy Clouds, fall leaves
Today, awash in beauty
Stomach pits remain
Overflowing opening lines
Spill a cloudy brew.
Forgotten. Unwritten.
Victimized by gravity
Diving for fragments
The urgency arm flails
Grasping at nothing
Or a shimmering mask
Dunked into the bleak
Of elusive words
In hazy patterns
Screaming for attention.
A roar of lucidity
Without memory
Or manuscript
Arrogance expects smooth sailing
And a fracture begins with a hair-line crack
Things sometimes just break
An abrupt cataclysmic explosion
Crashing. Crumbling. Crushing.
Things sometimes just break
Still, the deer graze the grass at dawn
And we welcome the next beginning
Things sometimes just break