look to tomorrow . if you will, it can’t exist . without a today
in the simple things . there is honesty and truth . and that is enough
danger only lurks . in the places we’re afraid . to investigate
there is a left glove . someplace warm, not living up . to its potential
offer good advice . whether or not it’s taken . we cannot control
in old ideas . there are possibilities . to build on today
possibilities . are just imaginary . until they are built
the life of a wave; it’s either crash on the shore . or fade over time
in a found item . oddly placed, there are stories . i will never know
the cold front has come what follows is the promise of squeaky footsteps