Sometimes I imagine 
the train whistle 
in the distance 
is a boat
in a harbor 
and sometimes I 
imagine a train 
choo chooing along 
and sometimes I 
even imagine it’s 
a horn warning 
beware of rocks 
I’m not sure 
if it’s night 
that does this 
or dreams I
remember when I 
was a child 
but imagine I
did do must

I have 
finally found 
my way 
into the 
mirror and 
took my
rightful place 
alongside my 
own reflection 
and oh
we are 
having a 
wonderful time 

The true love 
of anyone’s life 
is the one 
love that everyone 
denies though deserves 
it’s the closest 
and most common 
the only love 
that won’t leave 
your truest true 
love is you 

Day first peeks
in from the 
high bathroom window
Ms. Orchids lair
and moves around 
the corner of
the building like 
some cat burglar 
looking for an 
easy way in
greeting it on
my balcony my
feet step on
its apricot fingers 
clinging from below 
time to go
get some coffee 

Bowls nestled 
nicely together 
sit quietly 
atop a
table found 
at some 
yard sale 
likely overpriced 
but does
one ever 
wonder what 
the frame 
is worth 
that surrounds 
a moment 
in time