Between realizing our dearest hope
or facing a disappointing outcome...
Hate
abhor, detest...
There's nothing bleak about Spring;
for that you need a good hopeless Winter day...
"Where is my phone?
I've looked in every room...
Ire
rising...
John picked things up off the ground.
He'd read flyers, old papers...
From world travels we two have made
I sift through pictures of our life...
Always running
away from myself...
Real understanding
of what true love would require...
All around me,
separated four or five to a pen...
Going Out to Play In the World
(an autistic journey...
Old Glory is smartly marched down the aisle
when the opening ceremonies start...