rain

seriously
I have to peel off my pants.
no more puddles.

oh, how it squishes
the sound makes me laugh out loud!
WHERE ARE THE TWINKIES??!!

For real. pants are wet
there was loud puddle stomping.
I regret nothing.

Curled up and stretched out.
Mountains move in a soft breath.
Piercing eyes and smirks.

late night musing

Here are the cross roads
it's not surprising, really -
my hour, your month.



I'm reminded of
boys and their guitars - gone by.
Black and white photos.



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A run in with past
A tango with forgotten
A waltz with before

A knowing of now
A salsa in a passion
A wanting of more

A willing of calm
A want of complete balance
A dance of two.