Things can harden meaningfully in the moment of indecision.
You remain a sane, yet sophisticated, person: Rooted in twilight, dreaming, a piece of traffic.
These two guys in the front yard-- Are they here to help?
In the beginning there are those who don't quite fit in But are somehow okay. And then some morning There are places that suddenly seem wonderful: Weather and water seem wonderful, And the peaceful night sky that arrives In time to protect us, like a sword Cutting the blue cloak of a prince.
Did I say that? One says so many things, and the problem is they all get written down.
There is the view that poetry should improve your life. I think people confuse it with the Salvation Army.