(2013)
Composed 2 February
The End will come too soon. Watch the land. Watch the seas Watch the skies for signs, for it… The End.
a furious air and neighborhood destruction– somebody’s lost pet
Once we had a happy planet with apogees and perigees.
The archer aims, hoping it is true. The arrow flies. Is the eye hit new?
Clouds sail a vast blue ocean, shapes shifting in that expansive Big Sky.
I want to plan and to defer to my future. But, I dream and am caught by my desire.
Broken by the vampires who suck life from souls with minimums that keep tires spinning in muck.
She collected rainbows. She stored sunshine. She put moonlight away. She made stars into a crown. She drew picture clouds.
dropplets, dropping down, sinking slowly in soil are Mother’s helpers.
sky shapeshifters take infinite forms on the azure canvas.
YOU and are not us.
Monsters under our beds are phantoms in our heads. Gurus shout such ghosts at our ear… and fears.
lowly paid pawns moved and sacrificed on the board– minimum wage slaves
Dressed for her wedding, she hurried to her beloved’s side. Her finest silk was chosen and she became His bride.
Pick up those cups. Embrace those days full of flavors. Savor every single drop. Drink up.
