Arbitrary framework the hours make;
the shadows perform tragedies on screen-less walls.
When I was 12 I discovered an ache inside me,
one only quelled by singing the love song antidote
in lilting swallows warbling trills at the edges.
Nature offset flame in cool wind balancing my moods
that hatched my youth to full fledged childlessness.
Today is just a day; life expels to slowly turn pinwheels.