Unborn Fare

Ron Koppelberger

Unborn Fare

There, in gray agreements of cloudy mist, the sharp-edged desire

To flourish in secret sunglow and daytime moonshine,

The celebrated parish allure of ascendancy, beyond the veils of

Beaten soils and worn seams, beyond the Smokey haze of

Lazy complacency and hazy whiskey wells, in mind

And neither hot nor cold reflections, a coveted flock

Flying in tall warbling songs of silence, by kind destinations

Of symmetry and balanced life, the soaring puff of unbound spirit,

Realms of sustained release allayed by a moment of hidden romance,

By the seconds in unborn fare.