I never knew why I was here,
in this dimension...
you play with your words like legos –
searching for the right combination of words...
Oh well, oh well, I toss on you a coin
Please grant me a wish or grant me more...
When stars begin to shine so bright
Just dream my child...
my tongue, a honeycomb ripening
in June’s light, my words take flight...
Smoky pine, cedar, and cloves
haunt the grove close to home...
One old, outrageous ogre
growls at a greenish ghoul...
When empty
it means there’s nothing...
In the
silence...
Poems bloom with warm sunrise,
nectar of words sweeten morning coffees...
The hills were steep,
do not push your fragile ankles up there...
the impossibly soft hours of dawn
patinas into weightlessness...