Three Locks, One Key

Cotton was found in your eyes

and there was a tale

untold from time

ticking down to a lazy dime

falling down into a rumble,

I was caught off guard

walking down an alley

covered in bricks

of all colors

from all walks of life–

A glass held me there

shining a light

like jazz

so somber

I almost thought it was gold–

Then a dove appeared

and flew away–

Someone was here before,

I could feel it

I could sense it

and as I looked down into a puddle

a silver meadow of red poppies


and I’ll never forget what you said

because it was secret,

like every untold truth

from the sky.