There are rules of the road.
the
Down the street,
not one house is the same.
I freeze in time and think: please. Please let me catch all your leaves.
The sound of rain drowns out the pain all before the showers stop.
I’m surrounded by clocks with hands that never stop.
Open the curtain
and find
the complexity
of my mind.
Because I have wrapped up my first chapbook collection, I am starting a new one.
