Completely broke,
an empty glass, wants...
The magic of flowers
is...
Maiden of the night a breath taking splendor
Outshines million of stars that blanket the sky...
Mist spits its’ curse, tar-black thick
over the soot covered-shoots...
Rain mists onto a moonlit asphalt path
twisting through silhouetted trunks...
OUR DRUNK FRIEND
He goes out on a limb, he cares not who sees him...
The clouds in all their splendor
Weep into the sky...
Come early in the fall
the iridescence of my life...
A deer eats green grass
as winds sway pastures in warning...
Still I am looking
at the path, from where you...
seven geese swim seven skies
across the wetlands, marsh, and tides...
Look to the night sky
see the stars twinkle...