You’re so sure of your
View of me, that you forgot
To see who I am

post holiday traffic blues

back in the red sea
miles of winding tail lights
the slow swim home.

chasing normal, coming up short

8 hours of sleep
you say that's normal
I say it's rare.

New Years

sun breaks and tree tops
crystallized snow still covers
last years fading dreams

Winter

snow is deafening
In a way that rain can not
Even imagine

more please

Sunday morning
a pocket of ripe tomatoes
woodpeckers and chai tea

Just sayin'

You know what doesn't

Go on top of your toothbrush?

Fancy face lotion