And there are
Buds and there
Are blossoms there
Are snowflakes and
There are snowstorms
There are pennies
And there are
Dollars yet the
Greater isn’t better
It’s simply grander
Everything starts the
Other usually as
One simple thing
Joined by others
Such is love
Such is life
Be the first
Thing and others
Will join you
Creating something marvelous
Oh I’ve been
Embarrassed and have
Felt the crimson
Grow like algae
On my cheeks
But I’ve never
Felt foolish to
Love for there
I am whole
Do not shy
Away from something
As simple for
Does a dog
Stop wagging its
Tail as soon
As you arrive
I’m that last
Child to be
Picked that bruised
Peach at the
Market that broken
Skate and lost
Key at once
Purposed and now
Purposeless I sit
And wait for
Someone to see
Me for what
I can be
Rather than what
I am not
And yet again
I am that
Bear the boy
Outgrew the bike
The girl forgot
The letter unopened
And the ornaments
Stowed in attic
I’m the deserted
Baseball field the
Empty beach the
Quiet carnival and
The vacant bigtop
I am alone
Once being something
Now quite another
Sometimes I feel
Like an autumn
Marsh a respite
For birds taking
Refuge in my
Arms as they
Fly onto another
Or a succulent
Blossom sitting pretty
And used for
It’s nectar by
Buzzing plump bumblebees
Oh when will
I be the
Roost or hive
That they return
To after they’re
Finished bobbing about
