hovering over
the hot cereal
steam licks my glasses
the article’s depressing
words retreat
through a squint of mist
when it clears
an ant skitters
across the print
but I only
blow him
off the paper
today’s news is so bad
I don’t need another
death crossing my mind
with a mere glance leaves tell you how they feel I’d like to learn the finer points of body language something more than just the “Hi” of a person’s stem
the birth colors of mesquite leaves or baby’s skin something with the tint of innocence in the scheme of emergence translucent spirit not a shade darker
it rained late last night leaves cleaned green and dripping wet a dog shakes itself the pen’s side of life same struggle for survival poems find heroes the big black raven perches and picks at the tra