i paint my scars with flowers and vines not forgetting all the times i fought for every mark i bear from mishaps and more unfair follow the ink where it winds a path i’ve walked so many times 2.21.17

towering tree heavy with tiny fruit mandarin oranges hanging like bangles off its many branches populating its leaves like delicious ornaments waiting to be collected and feasted upon instead, it’s bounty is left to rot or poached by squirrels 2.20.17

in dreams i float buoyant in tranquil water river grass tickles as i pass by the sun it warms while the water cools i count the clouds up in the sky 2.19.17

my bindings loosened over time of past regrets unseen mistakes skin rubbed raw from holding back the air it stung as i unlace thrust of change squeezed my breath my life took on a faster pace as i moved past what i thought i would never have to face 2.18.17

expansive heat of summer supple muscles stretching long strides peppered with new color birds announcing in a song sun stays late to light our play barbecues flavor the air sand and shells come inside traveling on skin that’s bare smiles feature more than frowns arms more likely open wide love soon buds then blooms feelings …