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
only when alone is it possible to sit in contemplation
some information unknown at the time rewrites the story
uptown jack 