scissors in the sun
gentle as i cut the cloth
for this great new horizon.

triumphantly special and quietly delicious
tomorrow winks farewell at today
and neither are suspicious.

and as far as i know there is no cure
for the work and toil while in it
the bounty still glows -
endure.

love, life, grace and bliss
i hold the hug strong for a moment
on what i am departing, but sweetly, i know
none of this is a that to miss, instead it's more
the anticipation
( in a partially sewn horizon ) of
the next impending
newfirst
kiss.