eyes that wish to close again apprehensive of the coming day mind cluttered with frustration needing to be swept clear once more 2.14.17

pink azaleas bloom by a ramshackle home a vibrant burst among decay sky streaked in pink and yellow stretches of cotton candy golden orb, the sun ascends above the shallow marsh 2.13.17

lackluster i feel like second hand shoes stuck playing a game that ends in a ruse each turn that i take leaves me confused 2.12.17

outside i’m strong muscle and bone yet still i long at times to crumble inside i feel wafer thin strips of cellophane blowing in the wind waiting to be gathered in a confident hold constant and true passion unfolds from the spark of connection. 2.9.17

as they display their plumage some in brilliant shades they prance and puff their many charms. i lay in wait languid in the range of possibilities to see whose colors do not wash away. 2.8.17