wouldn’t it be fun
to walk with
an old maple tree
on a hot sunny day?
I can imagine
the light, breezy conversation
I’d begin in the shade
and I’d bet
the tree would eventually
and politely
change the topic
to something
quite different
something
a bit more personal
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