Derivative

churn heart
bitter agony
that sucks arid
cramp from the gut

Grab the rail
and wait while she's
away

I can take the next
tube

we age swift for
what we keep
holding in memory
yet her bold eyes
flickered past mine

all she would see
was the arthritic
tics from the mind
fire that blazes
like Midden smoulder

does she know
she started one
so long ago

we played out like
viking runes
stone rubble
where wild
grasses grow
and sea eagles
perch

plucking their fat
trophy fish from
the shelters of
the surf

their bones the
tidy colour of my hair
my beard

and she was glorious
still 
her eyes that hue
that afternoon
dusk would gather

under the maples
of the parents log homestead
the chevrolet idling

the next crew waits
and despite being late
I feel I am eerily early
that i may brush elbows
with myself getting off

i sit smiling despite the
aches and dissapointments

the ring of old joy
is solid like silver

and with a shunt
we are off
all with our seperate
servitude of chance

all patched from the
broken brazen daze of luck