In a sun-scorched field
he stands...
She sat praying near
the outskirts of loneliness...
I wish I could blow kisses
onto anemic papered lines...
He tucked her explanations
under the arm...
Here, I am.
I sit wide-eyed and ready for the day...
It plays me like an easy tune.
It breaks me down in structures of chords...
As I sip the same cup of coffee I've had since...
I dream of the clouds departing soon...
I still don't know
who you are or if you are...
(This morning I forgot
for thirty-two minutes...
Club contest, had to write about...
If my minds eye could create the
past within an April whisper...
One day, yes one day
I'll read the poetry in...