This is a message
from oatmeal and cinnamon

From blueberries and
dark amber agave nectar

It reads
You keep hope alive sport

All this will be worth it
one of these days

And then there’s a message
from a walk through the swamp

From trash below the boardwalk
and the sight of a fox not far off

It reads
Nothing is easy but restoration is possible

and what is worth restoring
is wary — but it is nearby

Finally a message
from the bed you so want to replace

full of lumps and bad springs
that eclipse all the wholesome memories

It reads
Get your rest while you can sport

You will need it 
in the coming good times

if indeed
they come in their own good time