Life is filled with uncertainty
As dangers come and go...
Being innocent
is the most punishable...
I feel the wind on my neck,
the rain on my skin...
I’m folding laundry again.
I see the little shorts you wrote a poem about...
Is transparency a soul,
something all the clear things share...
I press my nose to a
window sill, kissing nature...
The clouds sweep over the mountains
like thick cottonwood seeds...
I can allow those heavy moments
to slip between the cracks of my character...
Morning has broken
There's no afternoon...
The stretched out time we endure
Is coated in the silence of unspoken words...
People come and go
A cacophony of murmurs...
It's dark in my mind
And I only want to hide...
I'm an angel but that's not
Always what people see...
I forgot you
but my broken lines...
You leave me in ruins
and at the end of each...
Thinking of you..
I breathe on illusion...
I often forget you
in the sun...
On the pavement
a chalk drawing is admired...