Most days, I would rather stayunderneath my coversand in the warm glowof errant sunlight strands…
Somber, like the forecastleaning over meeverywhere I goa dark cloudexpecting rain,but not holding water…
If only life were mundane againlacking interest or excitement, dullor maybe it is mundane for mebecause…
My soul exploded, upon first seeing the Jacaranda tree, It was like hearing Beethoven or…
Overcast, like my outlookdark clouds with a sliver of hopethat light behind the darknessthat makes…
Outside the world gets readyfor bed/ breathing down the necksof all the midnight wanderers…