In another life,
The pairing crossed the river;
So here we are now.
Day: February 13, 2020
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
checkered flag
Pretty much I die
Daily
One hundred miles an hour
Racing to the finish line
Catching up; I don’t breathe.
Deciding to try playing
a fish
Gasping for air under water.
There are a myriad
Nay
A googolplex
Number of ways to expire.
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.
of pins and needles
Stitching together,
Fables, fabric, and tall tales;
Stick a pen in that.
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
pitch perfect
Hot water from the kettle
Steamy & falling from spout
Whispers against the grounds
It’s time to start the day.
