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.