If I were birds like those above our heads,
The ones that fly by fluttering their wings...

The blues of the oceans are deep.
Many dive into them...

In the meadows, winds call your name;
listen to them clearly as trees rustle their...

often, days go by
like food on the bird’s feeder...

the tragedy, the love, the tragedy!
This will be found in the following story...

blankets on the floor
some pillows falling off the bed...

You said,
"What a shame, they no longer make them...

Poetry, you were but specks of dust underneath the...
crumbles of cookie Oreo next to my touch pad...

I'm once again falling in this depression.
I was told, "don't walk too close from that...

A lemon split in half, adorns a cup
while aunt Maria pours the tea to mom...

When Love began to ebb back to my arms
the sun had risen warmly in my heart...

How lovely are the days when flowers bloom
but also when the rain comes dripping down...