What’s it like to be so bright, so vivid,
so beautiful in the morning sun?
No runway model could ever compete
with your intricate brilliance.
Brassica Oleracea
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Bridges
from me to you
and you to him
from cold to warm
from sink to swim
from sad to mad
and sea to land
from life to life
and back again
Sun on the wildflowers
The evening sun kisses you softly and I wish I were you.
Angels
Rays of late afternoon sun rained down into the water.
I thought I heard angels calling, but realized it was the
geese in the distance.
Carry You
I will carry you today.
Will you carry me on some tomorrow?
Behind a Window
mermen, shadows, silver lockets or stones–
telescopes, tea cups, or a broken corazon
Where Fear Hides
in the eyes of a tired stranger
folded between words in a letter
tucked into the loft shelves
floating beside autumn winds
unsuspected, under hot pink petals
Mighty Heron
I consider it a fortunate day when
we see one another through the river reeds.
Twenty-five cent reflections
I had hoped for a blue piece, but got yellow instead.
Thinking about expectations, probabilities and happiness;
I bit down on the yellow square only to spit it out moments later.
I really had wanted the blue one.
Suzanne’s Garden
A friend with a garden, is a very good friend to have.
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