Sweet Many Somethings

To you, from you

Caught a whiff of daffodils while sauntering,
as if the truism of rain
means absolutely nothing come spring.
Like many damned queries —
star crossed others but destined to leave,
be my brothers keeper but balance it with friendship,
sister as sweet candy why would they try taint her beauty?
And him, now that’s the real mystery.
Caught by surprise , I’d miss it if by chance
a passing thought came out of left field—
say like a glimpse of a thigh you weren’t supposed to see
in a crowd of lasses from New York city.
This all feels like a tease,
sweet many somethings
expressed in tiny little whispers
asking “what if we kissed
at the Italian rug store down on main street?”
Unexpected beginnings
a dozen steps away from Tennessee whiskey,
sauntering through the rainy spring
questioning —
Well, but what if …
Hush young heart your midnight musings,
no ifs, buts or ands about this.

“I was on the road too long, my labored lover only song, not one of them a keeper”- Foy Vance