long winter
Potassium Argon
stays in the soil
don't go chasing water fall

All this time
I've had my foot inside isolation's door,
just toying with the notion
of going to the otherside.
When love is dry
and my thoughts have wintered over
I take one last breath before the plung
out of comports warm hands
and I find myself inside a lonley winters chill.
-JEsse