A brush
a breeze
an almost 
kinda sorta 
sitting here 
and wondering 
like a
car in
a ditch 
dazed and 
amazed thinking 
did I
avoid fate
or destiny
and will
if ever 
either might 
come again 

Titles are just 
pet names for 
those poems that 
that we are
most fond of 
how can one
reduce affection to 
a simple name 
boo bean or 
sweet sweet pea 
come to mind 
when I think 
of titling loves
of my life 

Early mountain sun
comes up east
a spilled glass
of orange juice 
it spreads slowly 
like cautious hands 
of sweet hungry 
children whose parents 
taught them better 
and the heat
trails quickly behind 
like invisible clouds 
of sweet jasmine 

I’ve been waiting 
for the other 
shoe to drop 
until very recently 
when I realized 
that the other 
shoe has always 
belonged to another 
what do so
many do with 
only one shoe 

I see you 
little sun peeking 
around the corner 
don’t be shy
there you are 
caught and smiling 
smart and sexy
what shall we
do together today 
let’s get coffee 
and you can 
tell me all 
about your day
on the other 
side of earth 
while I slept