fuzz

so many times it comes back to me
i look in the box, searching for the bottom
i look past it, shrug it off as-it-were

sunlight makes a memory,
overcast everydays make a memory
box cars and champagne corks
stuffed in the end of the perpetual ruck-sack
scrubbing off the glinting fuzz
has been a tiresome endeavor

poem

roads of dust in the rear view mirror
patience subsides and glows the full red color
morning sunrise, the moon sets first
cup of black, chair and hat occupied