As I vision human kindness
along roads of vacationing...

Lounging upon a bed of moss,
underneath an abandoned tree...

There are days when words
go bumper to bumper with...

Feathery elegance intertwines
as her song lays silent, unheard...

Summers drenched
upon sweaty fingers...

I've slumbered in New York,
nestled within a hammock...

I've grown seasoned
to the fact that...

Starved the innocence of my sweet smile last night
Anointing dry eyes with poisoned tears...

How precious Is he that stands In the door
chiseled smile with eyes of golden brown...

Stained vanity,
fingerprints whisper...

A mere, ghostly phantom
meandering within...

I was once numb behind pink umbrellas
and quirky rubber bands...