Where my writer’s group meets
A rusted steel orb calls to me
As I exit every meeting
Come play with me!
Come play!
So I put my words away
My oh-so-many words
Take out my camera
And play with a sphere of letters
Come play with me!
Come play!
So I put my words away
My oh-so-many words
Take out my camera
And play with a sphere of letters
sun, rain, wind
the seasons
And I?
I spread my branches
all grace and reverence
basking in magnificence
Breathing in
Breathing out
In the quiet
I observed
The peace
Of my mind
Of my body
And I couldn’t see her at all
Well, what I saw was fractured
Misaligned
But that wasn’t her
It was all I could see
I imagine
Fedoras and furs
Cat eyes and horn rims
White gloves and ties
Nostalgia
Mixed with quirkiness
Leavened by wit
And insight
Then let us share The Road
Together
In the final moments
Of my existence
Here in this dimension
As reality folds in
Upon itself
I manage to get in
One last
Sand
Grain by grain
Wave by wave
Tide by tide
Laid down
Layer upon layer
Until the shoreline
Rises