A day in an Indian summer...
I am not him.
I am not yours...
Maybe lightning is God's way of communicating
that there are no clear-cut answers...
Love,
Water me with hopes as if I were that flower moved...
Maybe I've always admired
your knack for unfeigned smiles...
You drafted my heart -
you trailed from my train...
Oh how I longed to be
the one waving goodbye...
We make love to this state
as if it's the only home that...
I am going to pick shadows
before it ends...
Roaches run all over the street
and I see them coming towards my feet...
I used to... doubt.
But all you do is real before me...
Along oceans and brush areas,
mountainsides, forests and grasslands...