scooter

a drip of comfort falls

a drip of comfort falls,
most used to be’s are now never was.
the once strong social bond is tripping off the back porch.
and since the secret’s loose
a new montage of deep curtains roost.
it’s hide and sink or swim with one nearly ruptured hinge.

few questions posed or pressed;
no small talk here, it’s ungainly breaths.
an explanation camp would just reek of slack pretense.
a young nest torn apart,
with nothing in the forewarning heart.
the only shrug response is drop hesitance and live.

[ed. note: still a work in progress...]