I have so many poems
We’ll never finish - each a leaf
In time - that hung on
Till the wind came.
Many fell from the northern wind
Raised into a tornado by a western
Wind - that raged against a growth
That fell in the spring - a southern
Death - sprung from a travesty of comedic errors
So each poem has a start somewhere
In there - yet most poems end with me
As I travel the highways - sit in a cage
Giving away numbers like a lottery so
Many can leave - some stay - I’ll stay
Until the dawn - sleep my days away
Write poems - until there is no more
To live