Pin a wish upon a possibility.  Play it safe, or set it free.

Procure a process for consumption, release presumption, let it be.

The chips they fall & scattered lay until we pick them up & say

with which we wished & hoped & prayed & counted upon our hand to play.

She speaks metaphors because she plays with what she’s yearning not to say

but when she pins her wishes high – stars can’t be seen throughout the day.

June 13, 2011

Avens O’Brien