(2013)
© April 7
She collected rainbows. She stored sunshine. She put moonlight away. She made stars into a crown. She drew picture clouds.
I huffed my ego, by pouring me into it– She popped my balloon.
dropplets, dropping down, sinking slowly in soil are Mother’s helpers.
I went to Coin Lent to get some money pumped. But all my cash I spent, and all my cred was dumped.
YOU and are not us.
I want to plan and to defer to my future. But, I dream and am caught by my desire.
The archer aims, hoping it is true. The arrow flies. Is the eye hit new?
Pick up those cups. Embrace those days full of flavors. Savor every single drop. Drink up.
Once we had a happy planet with apogees and perigees.
Snow melts. Waterfalls streaming rivulets off roofs slake the thirsty ground.
Work defines the bee? Hives shoul… But entries belong on pages. Companies write mission memos. Souls pen living stages.
a furious air and neighborhood destruction– somebody’s lost pet
The End will come too soon. Watch the land. Watch the seas Watch the skies for signs, for it… The End.
end of long trip around the solar system– finished the book
Went to the hall, talked Kingdom y’all through swapping yarns for we give a darn, then sang our songs.