Walk of Life

When all’s the same, no way to know
Outrageous conduct, measures low
Tricky business awaits most all
Worldly demands invite their fall
‘Twas aforementioned: it’s their test
They’re losing shirts aside the best

Like sports and other win-lose stakes
Lifestyles reflect contending games.




What I want to do is sit with you, not
See you off, under dock lights that swallow
Star twinkles like they were nothing at all

Saturnine night thus illumes distant quay . . .
Transports await their time / we say goodbyes
Persistent, lapping waves conjure minds’ eyes

Bellies buckle under weight of concern
—Gone . . . light of the wharf having fallen
You’ll see as you sail away, light of day

Dawn’s glorious sun, gleaming momentum
Beyond that of ours, or our many stars
Clearing haze of quayside’s smallest hours.