It’s difficult not to be charmed by those
Four roses to make the moment new,
A moment of plentitude, grace and wit,
Irony, pain and imaginative leaps,
Tracking the pathways of scrutiny
In search of the tremulous cadence.
Chipping away at the surface,
Scraping to the wood underneath,
Peels back the layers of suburban life,
Dig out some deeper truth within
Reconfiguring the time and space,
Spend some time absorbing insights.
A time that seethes with dark energy
Delivers a harrowing tale of the present,
It is possible to feel at least for a while
Unexpected within the place ordinary,
Into a relation with the surroundings,
Some rifts are healed with the silken skill.