It is really tough
for abused children to grow...
Let the storms buffet the trees,
just make cups of espresso...
Sunshine, see the moon
high, yellow and waning...
On moss covered shell
sea gulls peck crustaceans 'til...
You became my own child
though birthed from another man...
I cook with a plain wooden spoon
that has faint colors...
No
one...
False Spring came this day
with all its attendant hopes...
There’s more humor in
perplexing situations...
Pre-dawn heading to the airport
the hidden sun casts a yellow haze...
Your travel selfies
depict awe inspiring sights...
She told me
“I will wear flowers...