hearts and flowers

Love you much,

Now get some rest,

No really,

go. to. sleep.

But I’m not tired they say again

(And again, and again, and again)

Go to bed sweetheart

I whisper, lovingly –

(telling tales before bed is a treat)

It’s all imagination,

Wonderful and delighting;

In watching faces light up

singled out

He was driving on the highway,

A murder of crows in the rear view;

Passing turnip trucks, music turned up,

On icy sheets of glass.

In his Chevy, wondering what’s next –

Turned off along route three-five-six,

Near the junction, a lone tree burning.

Oh the ire, growing fire,

Lead foot on the gas

Clicking heels and spinning wheels;

Staying home tonight.

around the corner

Saw her when she arrived,

Shivering and lost asking for the nearest airport

I told her she’s not got much further to go,

Pointing to the terminal door around the corner

She stomped her foot, flustered

exclaiming she knew that all along

I sip my coffee,

Wry smiling