Summer and still a chance
then Fall as hope dwindles
but Winter what can I say
if this fly does not land on my toe and the next bee
does not move before the blade all of the gods will have agreed
a seal or two will have to be broken.
Some seasons
will come early
or stay late
but today it
is morning, and
our voices will
rise and greet
each other like
the accustomed
lovers that they
are then
I will be
off to gather
the fine coffees
that have found
their ways to
our city of
the heart broken
and beat gamblers
of life and then
we will dream and
make love and plan
the victory marches
the poker playing
gods have stacked
onto our table
~ vidrik