Full and whole as the moon Strong as the river current Dainty as the lace petals of Quee… My love for you becomes a part of… You bring me closer to the surface…

If we picked our friends like seas… How picky would we be? We’d pick the nicest, the shiniest… The finest of the sea. But what about the broken ones?

They breathe, But are they truly living? Little muscle, Stretched skin tight against the b… Their hips protrude,

Dot to dot A rhythm of dots From here to there All for what? How are we satisfied by the

Deep roots push through the earth Tearing old soil Spreading wide Searching for moisture Its life fuel

On top the counter Within a cage The dearest songbird sat Perked and quiet Without a sound

She looks up at the moon. Though it is far away, The glowing orb looks closer than… The gentle glow of the stars Gives the earth below a dim cast.

Glass tears shatter. Plastic teeth grin. Rubber lips frown. Our society smiles at the glass, The plastic, the rubber.

I crossed the stars to talk to you And never looked both ways. I used no maps, no GPS, No person’s word or say. I simply crossed the galaxy

Out of sight Out of mind, they say. But they who say it Must not have been in love And lived with distance.

Golden and cheerful, His beak reflects the sun. Chirping and singing, All for his loved one. He sings the day away.