Amalgamation in long swallows,
As the sun dips behind climbing hills,
Concealing the pub in tawny shadows.
To become apart– a piece of–
an attachment to a life lost
Must be dismissed.
Steps lead to the present–
Hurdle and obstacles, the whole way.
But, not to be forgotten,
Only to allow the beginning to be found,
Somewhere in the middle,
Without taste, familiar.
But, comfort exists in gleaming colors.