Tango with paint

day paints over night with the most colorful swirls

sherbet-on-the-go

don't trifle with this thought

to do so can affect your dreams

Something inexplicable

about red & purple
grapes & apples
day turns into evening
your hand holds
nothing
a pen
can't bear

Sweetie

 RIP

10/20/2020

Something hopeful is rising up

angle the mirror

no, a little more to the left

more to the left

yes, just there

the skies are turning

blue

Spun

centrifugal 

force

& the will

to fly

is this 

akin

to the desire

words have

for the page

the desire 

carrots

feel 

to be 

slimmed

to slivers 

or simply

the desire

for something

bracingly 

cool 

Faces of the season

Keep the window ajar

Invite the ripe inside 

Invite words to ripple & flow

I love jazz in the afternoon

late afternoon with coffee. Perhaps, a Walker shortbread. The air inhabited by color. Green & blue. Always red. Some hues linger. When the line works, the heart holds on. A word or two, remembered.