Things Start Over Again
God's lips must be soft, the curtain created by the received words
Is like a veil over the mouth of a gypsy dancer.
When things start over again, or when they stop altogether,
Or continue on, tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow,
Will my smokiness leave only a blackness on the walls of my soul,
Or will it serve as a passageway, spiraling up and widening
In endless rings?
Spencer Troxell lives in Cincinnati with his wife and two kids.His work has appeared all over the web. He has an upcoming chapbook, Mule and Horse, due out April by WV? Ebook Publishing. Keep up with him at spencertroxell.blogspot.com