You’re surreal, my oxygen,
The tears in laughter,
A much needed and a quiet,
A shower and a shower –
don’t make me decide,
And Joe’s Diner for dinner
in a booth in a window
in love in a romance
language sans words
Photo: Petersen Furniture Inc.
stepping away
turning to go
summer in music
fall in love
and watercolor
in the beaded
gowns of battle
under rose tinted skies
you will love there
and wish to stay
adding cream
light snow in the wind
I watch you enter
unmeasured
Picassos
a bird strikes
the window
I know the dull thump
and every flower turns
to reach the sun
tonight, I’m fastened
to tomorrow
in the corner
a stack of books
to be written
late in the day
the sun is working
in the garden gathering
gardenias and tossing
them through the windows
