Mama used to sing on those stuffy days
when a storm locked everyone inside...

Paper butterflies hang from a thread
they dare me to abandon my teary bed...

Slivers of rainbow blend in with the emotionless...
how long can I wait, hiding what is needed to be...

I took my daughter Beth to our backyard apple tree
where lambent sunshine chased soft-sung sparrows...

The pensive pendulum slips from my gasping...
fogginess and deeper magnification cracks into...

She wonders why everyone falls against her,
not using her creative muse for development...

Breathe leisurely,
be calmed by the potent drizzle...

Jazz,
classy...

Future days unsettle me
Ill issues boiling over like an agitated spring...

When you can't grasp happiness,
life may feel like a wasted journey...

I will always know home
with your polite smile...

The sun feeds my hunger
spraying tropical juice...