sunrise over one mountain
baby-faced clouds
above the other
a rare thunderless
birth it’s flushed cheeks
caught in the morning light
this child’s first tears
if they come
are a blessing
for they won’t
soak this world
but adorn it
the sun
will show us
just how richly
the lady from the gas company put’s me on hold while I wait and wonder isn’t a moment supposed to be no more than two three maybe four beats of the heart? somewhere in the realm of easily countabl
don’t we dole out love like it’s liquor in a locked cabinet? give strangers a shot glass of something cheap if anything at all? while those in our inner circle get treated to the open bar 24/7 we mu
Hoping for a round number I looked around to steal or beg from the other 29 to build the pan and make just one more I know people and their sweet teeth and shortfalls of shortbread or chocolate chips