`
my reasons have changed
transformed along with my circumstances
defined by those I have allowed into my life
shaping me
releasing me
and giving my days their tints and shades
[to open up
and allow hatchets to fall
or portly women to sing]
leave the door open
for fresh winds to blow
let early spring’s germination
lift the chin of my winter’s dispossession
soothe its bruising where i once stumbled
bleary-eyed with sleep.
[to bring forth
A new and vibrant song
But for now, it’s “no cigar.”]
`
© Frederick Kesner. All Rights Reserved.
