Gravel In The Air.

Around here,

there is always gravel in the air

and I am just as often

on my third cup of coffee.

In conversation,

we scrape trampled flowers

from our memories

and mold them into snow globs

with hope it might spark wonder

in the ears closest by.

Around here

there is always gravel in the air

and you are just as often

on your third cup of coffee.

We pack bags

full of memories and newly found things

just as precious

as any diamond ring,

that was tossed like it were gravel

through the air

and into our lives

where we hope

it will stay.