crocus buds burst forth
peep and poke through dunes of white...

for many a thought have now gone astray
once boisterous clacking keys now grey...

Prick up your dulled ears, be brave;
Hear the dislodged dirt flying...

flaw bearing retinue
fore bearing revenue...

at that tender age when one still believed
openly bleeding wounds make for devotion...

sitting here staring at that blinkin' cursor
having nothing other than that buzzing...

How have you inked
this palpitant heart...

as today yields to the morrow
it's hope shall curb our sorrow...

an orange sat contentedly
or so it seemed to a quick eye...

Cry we all toward places unnamed
Rise above the crested hills...

on the first day of the month
we flipped all calendars in sight...

Too quick to gather
tumbleweed musings...