The Daily Dread
Yesterday
we were magical
things when held in each others
fierce fiery gaze
We rolled in the mud
Then we rolled in the clover
Fun wash once over
once reached for the stars
now only low hanging fruit
culture warfare fare
divide to conquer current
collapsing constellation
A Scroll Threw Life 
And then there’s that damn crack in the cement. Might it have collapsed under his weight?
Or at least chip one of the stones on his prissy little patio.
I like that even better.