Two Red Rockers

to thine own self be true
(photo by Phosphorimental)

Encouraged by promises I made

to myself,

Chased by memories of dreams

never come true.

Here in the maundering dereliction

of presence,

coffee brown moments

in blue.

Stones unturned, life kept

at bay,

swept back by aromas

and flavors

of a distant past beckoning

anew

awoken by the rattling

of sabers.