Like a fire that sucks all the air from the room
by Michael Ardizzone
she enters and drains my hope into a reservoir of love.
A collection of choices made once now will alternate forever
forever altering my mindset, my set of hopes and dreams
and with a wish, a gesture, and three word phrase
a thousand windows are broken by a delinquent ball
and no-one cares at all-
and those three words still hang in the air
thicker than a choking fog,
though the end of this choking-
it is not death. It is new life.