Monthly Archives: March 2021

To one day wake up,
Open,
Vulnerable, …

Some days,
Hearts feel black.
Dangling. …

Organized, delineated, predictable.
Tattooed with foreign words,
Numbers, symbols. …

Old, wooden mailbox.
With a key, in plain sight.
Simpler times. …

Strange sight.
Not the blue sky,
On a winter day. …

Prisons,
Built inside one another.
Emptiness, …

You look cold.
“Who’s speaking,
Fence, or snow?” …

Pieces fall off,
When one opens up,
Naturally. …

Dirty, wrapped tightly,
Hard to breathe.
Like days, …

Circles,
Wrapped in years.
Memories, …

Cold, imprinted treads.
Laying still.
Hanging on, for tomorrow. …

Open,
Smiling with the flowers.
Ready, …

Life’s no different
Than autumn leaves,
Floating in a pond. …

Day’s ending.
You’re tired.
Rest. …

Hazy blooms.
Together, laughing,
Readying to play. …

Ordinary, cloudy days,
When magic, on nearby horizons,
Floated by unfelt. …