murky secrets and mean deeds
retreat to our dark cumulus places
while a generous spirit
has no need to hide
from the light
and courage
will never stop
pulling on clouds
to squeeze out
the occasional
rocking-chair rain
I’d love to hang around after I’ve died to hear all the nice things they say about me watch each attendee take in my acclaim like sweet cream drowning day-old coffee taste the over-sugared donuts of p
most people tend to open their mouths more often than they do their hearts and dialog typed into the computer of every mind needs translation into understanding with the heart’s message no matter oper