Lock of a prized golden brown lays lifeless almost unscathed by age but truth lies down like a needle in the hay the thought of finding it once wounded me Now shining, illuminating a precious metal reminder of time passing away carefully, sifting out the silver lining that some may never live to see and cradle it greedily » Continue Reading
Little Tree easy to spot you at half the height And twice the strength of the saplings around you— What must it be like to be you? First attempt at life taken. Trunk amputated beneath disfiguring abuse— degenerative disease, perhaps. Your scar is a peek into your story and your optimism thrives in your single, surviving branch. Tiny leaves flutter merrily as the wi » Continue Reading
When I look out the sliding glass Where the missing panel has broken and Fallen away I try to not look through yours The drapes sun bleached unwashed The precariously perched plywood It makes me all too curious Of what’s hiding away Of what’s paranoia’s play But I see the evidence of a beaten down older man Slumped over with a limp living low on the weekday slow Flying high in de » Continue Reading