Remember the night we took your mother’s car and drove over the skyway bridge? The moon was a bright light to show the way.

Life is not fair at times... But of course things Change quickly down the line, We are born into a No guarantee world.

Life is but a dream, our fantasies, spill, like liquid tears that pool and vaporize into the air.

The white snow, thin Like sand, over The fields, blowing Across the road. My car rambles

On the brink of leaving, To go beyond These borders And say good-bye, To all you know,

What inspires me... Hummingbirds buzzing as they land, on nearby flowers. Their amazing wings

Rolling painted deserts of the west. Shrub bushes dot sloping hillsides. Relentless sun heats up

Summertime gives A chance to grow Under the sun, Travel, to new places And have some fun.

Half a world away, I walk a narrow, stone path. In the rice fields, the Balinese people

What if, The simple things In life, were the Most important Events.

Squirrels with bushy orange tails leap about the deck. Crickets hum, confused that it’s not dark yet. The caw of a blue jay

This evening the blank, white page is open. My nerves are on edge, while a storm forms on the horizon.

In the dead Of Winter, I long for Spring. In the rains Of Spring,

The chimes outside the pottery studio ring like a temple bell, calling the faithful to honor,

Itchy eyes scaly feet achy joints and bad teeth hair so fine