enough

all of us the same when joyous

discernible only by our scars

pay ten dollars at the door

cover the minimum

two hands

two eyes

two ears

one mouth

a rubicon indeed before us

talk to the bouncer

as you leave

wily wordsmith wasting

fleet fingered apogee

ready to break orbit

loose the weight

the gravity

the responsibility

to feed the hungry strays

all of them touching

rubbing

preening

themselves

deciduous by nature

each frond frozen in place

i will not call the wind for favor

tendril licking adipose

nor hasten summer’s sun from rising

tired i am of caring so

none left living

have seen my first

awkward clumsy still my own

none alive shall see another

as echos fade

enough

already