Postcard from Success
Her rooster wakes me under sky
more gray than the one I went
to bed by, less bright than the one
she wants to walk me through today.
The way she comes down hard
on the l in failure makes me sit up
straight. Her house has many rooms.
The one we slept in is small.
She mostly smiles, then changes
mood, g force of a roller coaster
flying through thick carnival air
at crazy speed, only to suddenly stop.