pecked

it's time now
to go back to feeling some;
i got touched deeply when,
i believe good crossed and
pecked.

if standing, crossed taxi cabs;
if fear in every blare or false
word would utterly incapacitate or
lull me to sleep.

hearing and letting in tempered mites,
and eat and speak and tell me to buy;
nothing stops mac & cheese- puzzles or
movie with gorgeous love scenes. weak.

it's time. rust flecks my eye and tight;
nothing like fear and
supernovas would be kind;
seed scatters, and
i rinse my eyes.