Bridges & Vines

Bridges lead to highways which lead to road,
That lead to side streets;
Which secretly show us where parks are — where paths are,
And they lead to avenues that lead to circles;
That can take us to Boulevards which could lead to trails,
And back to streets again.

Vining our fruits and veggies —
Some of them processed as wine for fine times;
Not knowing we’re actually seeing an overabundance of imbalance with a tight squeeze,
And cautions lead us back to squash varieties;
So we can let go of thoughts unhealthy,
And uncertainty becomes natural again and has a way of reconnecting us to humanity;
And our imperfect perfections.

Bridging me,
Making me want to smile at a real he;
Not related to me,
Learning to repurpose creatively;
So you can be entertained,
And I can see myself making it;
And all this 50-sum,
Been connecting the “we’s” somewhat unintentionally;
So that I know what ‘be’ means.

Vining me,
Wining me, conceptually trying to align me with ways I whole-heartedly disagree with;
While I continue to shape me,
Twine me, twirl me, swirl me;
And them be…