What if I woke up and the nightmares were over?If I could turn on the news just to hear about a car…
A nascent little sapling
An open mirror to the skyher sudden scudding clouds — A lake rippled by gustsof breathless fascination — I am all surface:depths of…
Maybe she’s had just about enough!Maybe she’s had to come up here!Maybe she’s had to stop this car!Maybe she’s sick and tired of our crap!Maybe…
We have “spread awareness”
a celestial beauty of blue and greenuniquely alive in her close knit realmhumble and innocent.