Little bluebird

You've got beautiful wings.
But even more importantly, you've got strong wings.

And it's time to fly. . .

The boy on the field...

I think he just wants to be understood.
I think he just wants friends.
I think he just wants to be talked to.
I think he just wants people to listen, too.
I think he just wants to be acknowledged because then he'll know he exists.
I think he just wants an escape.
I think he just wants to be liked and to know it.
I think he just wants to know there is more.
I think he just wants to be found.

I think he just wants what we all do. . .

Baby Being Birthed

. . .--the conception of art and the art of conception.

If I Must Ask. . .

Where are we going? And what will we do when we get there?

Garden Full of Errors

That's all for today. Maybe tomorrow I'll have strength to tell you more. Until then, I must rest because the life I live tomorrow and the things I'll say to you tomorrow must wait.

"We haven't got time
for silliness and playful
poems. Prose and rhyme. . ."

Gone

I couldn't imagine life without you.
And now I can't imagine life with you ever again. . .

Together

Maybe we can start anew. . .
Maybe we can start again. . .

I'll tell you my name, and you'll tell me yours.
I'll tell the game, and you'll tell me the curse.

We'll be even; we'll be plain.
We'll be together; we'll be insane.