is it ever too late to switch your favorite color? I’m sliding from green to teal, the shade of a kelp forest the hue of a fern dipped in water the edge of green mango touching the sky I’ve left that avocado lime color no longer happy just being a leaf in the wind after it was knocked off a branch by a blue rain, the two landing on the ground, seeing each other for the first time, laughing like old friends

one thing an old man and an old dog share they observe each other’s aging - the shorter walks slower steps longer naps increased cushion time on the sofa we don’t know if a dog looks back through the fog to puppyhood, recalling moments of running, playing , happy times or times when it was lonely or hungry or sad would I rather be an old man, able to look back at what I once was, or an old dog, just living out its life? whichever one surrenders it all when the time co

Do you think we need a common sense middle of the road benevolent people-centered truth-based compromising agenda for the most-good of the country type of new political party? now there’s a wish rising from a wound bubbling up from a prayer