The sky
this morning 
resembles that
chewing gum 
long ago 
I think 
the one 
with stripes 
you know 
which one 
so juicy 
so sweet 
and chewy 
just like 
this very 
early lazy
mountain day 

I do
so enjoy 
this nothing 
my notion
a thimble 
of simple 
is enough 
of everything 
my peace 

Me I
am not 
haunted by 
ghosts vestiges 
of some 
past trinkets 
relics books 
or baubles
pictures caged 
in frames 
of isolation 
moments trapped 
in the 
snarls and 
snares of
the jaws 
of safekeeping 
I rather 
wander amongst 
strangers of
the living 
angels then 
of the 
future not 
the fallen 

If one 
were true
there would 
be no
need for 
lies a
wheel that
is needs
no pedal 
to turn 

*sigh think
look far
off afield 
at nothing 
but wonder
feel breeze
bringing better 
sun creeps 
past eaves 
its warmth 
adds hope 
it’s quiet 
this wandering 
and waning 
summer afternoon