he arrives
he arrives hungry
he arrives handsome
and he arrives hungry
he will await,
he will arrive,
he will shutter,
he will stare,
he will sip and he will await the splendor of an iron horse on the horizon jumping out the corner of his left yet.
she arrives
she arrives still
she arrives wondering and waiting in her arrival.
she arrives distraught and she arrives beautiful.
she will wait,
she will arrive,
she will shine,
she will gaze,
she will stand and she will wait her riches as she stares anxiously, cautiously, awaiting the numbers of time to pass on the screen as numbers slowly accumulate in her boxes of time and she no longer needs to wail "i am broke."
oh you poor girl,
oh you poor little thing,
here are some petals that may wane the time,
for all these days are not fit for sunshine.
with chestnuts in hands the children bounced, side by side,
to the falling of leaves and the sunshine within their hearts
the jar of juices untouched and unspoken stood, placed, solemeny in the corner
collecting fragrance
collecting frankness
collecting folly
fortunes
of fragments that rested on ancient wisdom
to acknowledge
to enter to remark to engender to become to pertain
