It’s Time

it’s time

time to fold up

the pages of disappointment

all those unfulfilled expectations

fold them up in tight little wads

stuff em in a shoebox

duct tape it shut

and slide it down the pitched roof

that s t r e t c h e s o u t

behind and below

watchin it shoot down

and off into space


a w a y

then turn and

hand over hand

climb that red thread

it’s time

time to find out

how far we can get

with what’s left