The Slow Now

When what is needed is a four leaf clover
not the admission of missing. Or some resolute
charm in a box marked intense. It takes
discipline for you to get off at that stop.
We need honey to come in and come.
We need that kissing mechanism to work
so when someone is hollering you don't think of me
or you don't miss me you get up and go
get on another train. And then you found me
with my rhythms that are boss.
Shivering when I write the mechanical realism
of the slow now. Dawn is for remembering
as in the night people love me for my energy
and leave for that too. So there. Cheers!