To cover the tears Some men will drown their sorrows Some just run away Some even will board their hearths To me? A path of rom-com

To grasp at the root This longing for the seasons Hidden deep, deep down To say it’s just “Natural,” Would only scratch the leaf-tops

To hide in plain sight Something we all yearn for, but Our differences Do not belong in the mud For mud cannot be polished

The darkest of nights It is on these nights I turn To these keys, clicking Fervently beyond reason Behind safely shadowed doors

Anticipation Generic butterflies swarm Twists, knots, fluttering They find no golden nectar Only number two pencils

No words escape me The sun will rise tomorrow Or so I am told

Fresh Seattle rain Cleanser more of soul than streets I envy that sound Such simple pure harmony Don’t forget that umbrella!

Is there something dark? Dark, dark, deep down inside me Something that keeps me Away from the center ring A divergent path indeed

Just for a moment To glimpse from dusty pages A single white flash Tenuous seconds follow Until a roaring reply

Ask me who he is A tall tree and branches keen words drop; leaves shaken I try to collect them all But forget them by the stream

A sudden rain flux A faintly calling whisper To turn off eyelids Yet I cannot shake my dream For just another hour

Howling and wailing Like the vast October winds Delightful to find Many who share the same chord Sing till frogs jump in our throat…

Such sweet aroma Breathe in the color deeply Exhale precious wafts Crisp Citric spiral peelings, Fill my compost disposal