Little Red

Little Red

Balloon Red,Pink orange yellow white,Swirling to the melody of the windLike an orange sherbet summer sunset Humorous sense of bubblyfun house mirror, round reflectioncreating what one was ten years ago —façade on a string,Thin, naïve, gangly, bright 

7:41

7:41

Stoop and a beer bottlecracks in relationshipsat the top of the bannisterhand upon lightersecond hand comfortcross-legged closed doortime to move on?crumbling pilescement and liesmorning birds chirp to each other on the stepbeer bottle and a stoop7:41 AM

The edges are tired— but so am I

The edges are tired— but so am I

I asked you to snap it. In case I forget. Lost in the bedsprings. Laced with regret. Wave up the net, Cut through the air, Away she may fly— but the flight will be fair.  The world is so wide, The turns go on endless. 

The Dream Catcher

The Dream Catcher

the little girl sits at the window she is the dream catcher the people walking by pay no attention but she analyzes, in the few moments of their passing their essence spills on the pavement she collects their dreams and adds them to her own 

This City is a Fairy-Tale

This City is a Fairy-Tale

each glimmer shows a blessingfrom the city that stole my heartyou can’t see them from a windowseparation from the magic every droplet reveals secretsof the life in every lightof the revving of the tiresagainst the current of the noiseand the movement of the buildings’reflections in