Off half the ultimate
Olive on a dish
Of exquisite tidbits, then
Putting the other half back
So that your better half can
Take a part of that
Last bite, too.
new old kid on the blog, with an occasional old or new poem written off the old writer's block
So guiding a light once, no
Need to wonder twice why
Nothing’s illuminating anymore.
See, there’s still another
Mountain peaking,
The slightest distance—
Let us rise
A little higher, each
Approaching day.