for Bob-More words about food and love

if I just stand back
far enough
bend backwards
until I become a bridge
you can all come over
all the voices
will be quiet
all will be in silence
no need to explain
the rails run off hope
hidden behind poetic license

trying to find the path ahead
my eyes can't make it out
unclear in the haze
of my endlessly circling
circadian mind.

I lay down my hands
on the footstone
of hope's demise
clench my brow
and furrow up
sorrow left
over from the
town where
I was born.