Unkept

the curls of a vine remind me of how life can be

it's left and it's right

round about here

or like my first roller coaster ride as a child

look out, we’re going upside down

but brick walls don’t remind me of waterfalls

and lemonade was never sold from a little stand on the curb

where innocence is fragile, precious and pure

hold it like a wine glass

sip it, don’t stir