A word to the wise?

Why do the wise

warrant a word?

For,

in the end,

it's just them

and the air.

Everything smells.

They were allowed to bud,

even to bloom,

but life had no room,

so they returned to the womb.

People watching

in a crowded mall.

They flow like

rain on a windshield.

This beacon functions

none-the-less efficient

for foreign fords.

Bridges and Boats

Bridges and Boats

All around us

are oceans and moats.

somedays i just want to belong

i don’t want to be strong

i don’t want to shout

i don’t feel like stickin’ out

When making a point is pointless.

these Hollars

they Hold

they Hug

a Haven

Ironic how loss,

an emotional toss,

can welcome in some clarity.

Atop are the children,

swaying,

the way Miss Darkis did.

Erasing the chalkboard

when I was a kid.

The importance of a wail

is the emotion setting sail.

Little freedoms

that we get.

If only we

could somehow let

the dandelion grow.

Why do things land

where they do?

Is it all planned?

Impromptu?

The answer to life's riddle,

is found smack dab in the middle.

Chiffon interruption

in the colorfew scheme

Patient

as a heron.

Watchful

as a hawk.

Only moving

eyes,

Actions of a

rock.

Figuring out how

to paint the wind…

Here is a throwback to last January for those of you who thought the teens were cold.