the seething of
rocket hope

pulling out of winds
i draw luck upon lips
and lend them out through
straws tasting like
cherry and sky blue

it is my autumn, the faint
resurrection of
smiles and daring to dream
of bigger things

on the curbside endings
folding thoughts in my hand
digging up a smile
for the lost cause
and the welcome tinkle
of the horizon
beckoning

to forget thinking
and swirl in
its effervescence
again.