Momentum

The point at which
You realized you
Could not have
Stopped
What
Had begun
Desire passion irration
Inertia
It had
To come to a head
And then crash
And burn
Its own energy
Propelled it forward
To disorder
Entropy
And its aftermath
Years of confusion
And disruption
Fission

To Lucca

On a hazy day
Driving the soft curves
On the quiet east bank of the river
From warm dense humid air
To cool
Tunneling
Through the dark green
Leafy linden canopy
Their swollen blossoms
Hanging heavy
With intoxicating scent