(2013)
© 4 June 2o13
Snow melts. Waterfalls streaming rivulets off roofs slake the thirsty ground.
Coffee perks in the pot. It heats to perfection. Come, we commune with our cups of coffee.
a furious air and neighborhood destruction– somebody’s lost pet
She collected rainbows. She stored sunshine. She put moonlight away. She made stars into a crown. She drew picture clouds.
lowly paid pawns moved and sacrificed on the board– minimum wage slaves
Pick up those cups. Embrace those days full of flavors. Savor every single drop. Drink up.
The archer aims, hoping it is true. The arrow flies. Is the eye hit new?
I want to plan and to defer to my future. But, I dream and am caught by my desire.
dropplets, dropping down, sinking slowly in soil are Mother’s helpers.
Went to the hall, talked Kingdom y’all through swapping yarns for we give a darn, then sang our songs.
The End will come too soon. Watch the land. Watch the seas Watch the skies for signs, for it… The End.
sky shapeshifters take infinite forms on the azure canvas.
here is where we chirp, written lines known as tweeting- compressed ideas— Bill D. Johnston (@bedeejay) ...
Clouds sail a vast blue ocean, shapes shifting in that expansive Big Sky.
Broken by the vampires who suck life from souls with minimums that keep tires spinning in muck.
