For all those workers who are not respected.
(2014)
Snow melts. Waterfalls streaming rivulets off roofs slake the thirsty ground.
She collected rainbows. She stored sunshine. She put moonlight away. She made stars into a crown. She drew picture clouds.
YOU and are not us.
Monsters under our beds are phantoms in our heads. Gurus shout such ghosts at our ear… and fears.
He pretends to be a hard boiled eg… He actually has a soft yolk. Sometimes, when he acts tough, he is secretly fluid. If you get to know him, he removes
gentle breeze on the beach– sudden rain
end of long trip around the solar system– finished the book
Pick up those cups. Embrace those days full of flavors. Savor every single drop. Drink up.
winter mirror mysterious prints at crosstime junction
I huffed my ego, by pouring me into it– She popped my balloon.
Coffee perks in the pot. It heats to perfection. Come, we commune with our cups of coffee.
a furious air and neighborhood destruction– somebody’s lost pet
sky shapeshifters take infinite forms on the azure canvas.
Went to the hall, talked Kingdom y’all through swapping yarns for we give a darn, then sang our songs.
Broken by the vampires who suck life from souls with minimums that keep tires spinning in muck.
