Now the sky
Resembles my
Grandfathers beard gray
Wispy with patches
Of orange as
Low sun skittles
Across its cheeks
Blue dodges in
And out like
Balloons in Central
Park bumping into
White here now
Category: Affection
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Clouds above me
Swirl about like
Soapy suds swirling
Down the kitchen
Sink hawks soar
On invisible winds
High above as
Tall trees stand
Guard like thin
Helmeted soldiers or
Green umbrellas in
Fruity drinks the
Air is thick
With the stereo
Of bird calls
And tweets tickling
From afar as
Charlotte wakes up
Inspiration
What inspires me
Is what my
Heart sings it’s
Passion and compassion
It’s laughter and
Kindness in sight
Of fear it’s
Your reading of
This and wagging
Tails and long
Loving tongues these
Are the things
Which inspire me
Fork
And there came
The fork that
Place where we
Went you me
And not us
Oh I wished
That we could’ve
Been us for
A while longer
For a few
More steps or
Miles or hours
Or maybe days
But now is
When I say
Goodbye to us
And hello to
You
Writing (for Christopher)
Every single time
That I begin
To write its
As though I’m
Stepping into Heaven
I step into
A different beautiful
Place where everything
Simply becomes words
