...Snowy commute makes the mind wander

At a Small Stone’s throw

it’s funny

the pebbles we find when we dig;

               as I uncover poetic verbiage

               that speaks with surprising familiarity,

               yet are not my words, nor are

words about me.

just makes me think
how snowy midwest boulevards once influenced my

            vocabulary for so many elastic moments,

            now with an exhaustive sigh of the way things really are;
old friends sadly far removed.

living day-to-day
with foreboding hindsight,
            I toss this small stone

            back to the gravel it came from,
longing still for fertile soil.

 -Jason-

1-31-2013