Shades of discolored white

Mix on the horizon

Obscuring golden sun

Between ice and sky

For another gray day

Where my soul

Still beats on

And falls

Down the spiral

A little further

Every day

Towards the inevitable

Slowly dwindle?

Sudden and forceful?

End

What will cause

Life’s marble

To cease rolling

Along the golden tracks

And to be lost

In the dark recesses

Forever gone

Under the refrigerator

– James Dubeau