Un- plugged but totally connected, that is me
Midnight on my clock...

At first, I did not see
I was deaf in my blindness...

This is how my brain works
I pick up on a line, a word, an idea...

at the crossroads I stand tall
help me in my weakness...

It all goes on between the lines
Hidden in plain sight...

bees and pollen
rabbits and head lights...

In a private corner of my garden
Stands a feeding tray...

I attempt to heal with verse
lyrics that never fade for me...

Communication, need it be a Mars and Venus thing?
The characteristics of the male are...

Sparrow fidget!
That window in time...

Long time ago, on a day like to day
Sad news at my door step...

Across the road; I find myself standing
majority of one...