Sunday, August 30, 2015
Night falls
Night falls, morning breaks
Water falls, waves break
Tears fall, when bones break
My coffee mug falls,
Gimme a break
Sunflowers
Sunflowers face the sun
In the daytime and at noon
So at night are they moonflowers?
At night they face the moon
Saturday, August 29, 2015
Dust
Just as fairy dust
is
a little
sprinkle
of miracles,
the dust on my desk
is a little sprinkle of
dead skin particles.
Friday, August 28, 2015
The sky
Sometimes the sky is huge,
all sorts of colors, hues,
dramatic, it moves.
sometimes the sky is itty bitty
a tiny sliver in the city
sometimes the sky is so dark
there's nothing to see
and that's the coolest kind of sky
i wish you could see
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