“Worth a Trace”
Let’s make a truce,
draw lines in the sand,
pull fruit from the bottom of potted plants,
pull fools from stars,
crown the crutches, deliver the imps,
outline the jesters in magic ink,
for we are the rivers of twice-told tales,
the tomfoolery, the barns without answers,
bars filled with ice skaters,
we’re in our pretty dresses,
ready to be placed on cakes,
and we were you,
holding hands in the sunset distance
vanishing but with a streaking trace
we were here for your temporary rescue
we were your lover’s regrets
we were your missed-you tissues
but we’ll come flocking back
we’ll always need to recollect the roses.
nicholauspatnaude 