For all those workers who are not respected.
(2014)
Dressed for her wedding, she hurried to her beloved’s side. Her finest silk was chosen and she became His bride.
She collected rainbows. She stored sunshine. She put moonlight away. She made stars into a crown. She drew picture clouds.
winter mirror mysterious prints at crosstime junction
Work defines the bee? Hives shoul… But entries belong on pages. Companies write mission memos. Souls pen living stages.
I huffed my ego, by pouring me into it– She popped my balloon.
here is where we chirp, written lines known as tweeting- compressed ideas— Bill D. Johnston (@bedeejay) ...
Snow melts. Waterfalls streaming rivulets off roofs slake the thirsty ground.
YOU and are not us.
dropplets, dropping down, sinking slowly in soil are Mother’s helpers.
Once we had a happy planet with apogees and perigees.
got my surfboard out and rode the photon waves: googled out!
end of long trip around the solar system– finished the book
Clouds sail a vast blue ocean, shapes shifting in that expansive Big Sky.
The archer aims, hoping it is true. The arrow flies. Is the eye hit new?
gentle breeze on the beach– sudden rain
