Dream LogicIt seemed to make sense.We were together, holding handsunder the moon and stars,when you started talking about cat foodand I responded all too knowingly."We can't really feed the cat dog food,"you said, and I said we were feeding the catthe dog. With no surprise or urgency,you breathed deeply and declared firmly this was the end,that from now on we would have proper cat food.We were together in a worldwhere the injustice of feeding the cat the dogwas stopped.
An open letter to 'perfect-line'Dear Sarah:I must confess that your thoughts about the prom confuse me. I suppose it's because I skipped out on the prom. I had no one to go with, and I didn't really want to listen to loud music and dance, way back when.But perhaps your expectations for the prom have less to do with the excitement of the moment and more to do with memories.Memories are like skies in Texas. Sometimes on a clear night there I walk around for hours, staring at the stars that punctuate the deep, dark blue with their light. Evening skies there seem to go on endlessly - my God, those stars are distant - and yet, the sky has a shape. It seems always to encirc
Hope to TalkExcitement of the phone,the hope of communication.Initial glances did not knowexcitement of the phone.Then shared gossip, simple notesabout mutual friends' ruination.Excitement of the phone -the hope of communication?
Comfort, SunsetWarmth of sun in red,orange, purple? Resplendent,royal. But that pink
Unwanted EndingsThe changing wind reminded meof lost control of life.The trees shed leaves, sun sought to set:a season's resolved strife.Those hurt do seek resolution.But feeling all would endwas forest, wind. Surrounding self,collapses, turns and rends.
FlameWhite candle, alightas a daffodil always -what prayer now answered?