The Heat of the Foam

When young, stay in the heat of the foam where strange things -pyrite and miracles roll Old age is for picking out supple blue pools counting blessings and mincing what's left of the fool- The foam is where gift and opportunity collide a pants pissing reddened-eyed carnival ride the pools can be an offbeat and queasy reflection when harpy and angel spar over the ghost of regret- Stay in the foam as long as the fragile dream holds until bones collapse or you strike a thin vein of gold. You'll find quiet pools at the end of life's rapids where black scythes swing 'round collecting black taxes Until then, stay in the heat of the foam.