Dirt

A rush of air
Breathes new life to future
I found despair
Caked on lines of blue prints
And I won't care
If I see your footprints
You made no heirs
Proud mother, Successor

And I wonder how you work
Head in the clouds, feet in the dirt

Over months
Art fills up drawers of bureaus
My heart beats once
Mumbles rhythmic murmurs
And I confess
I don't need affirmations
I daydream less
Surprise myself on occasion

Uncomfortable with how you were
Resigned to be cheap furniture