Summer has just started
with a cool breeze! Very unusual
for late June. The heartened heat
will kill us—soon.
I missed the imagined, pink-hued,
Strawberry moon this morning.
With every movement—I feel stronger.
I want to breathe deep.
Even in vacationed times,
I work as hard as I can.
I barely remember not-working,
when I didn’t have to help provide
or lend a hand with chores,
or earn my keep. Freedom
was a lifetime ago, when kids
loved Summer the best.
Now
I think I’m in love
as if I saw a rainbow
in a cerulean sky
Why
I give my heart
so easily, before the madness
& before anything else starts
Yes,
I’m still on the train—
the signal will cut out soon.
Why can’t you understand?
the inner pain—
& yes,
I’m still wearing a mask
so I can protect
others from me
from any stuff
I might be carrying
But is it enough?
We all have to be tough,
even though
we are still vulnerable,
pushing the red wheelbarrow
up & down
& all around—
& when rainbow flags shine,
I wonder where is mine—
are bisexuals part
of the equation,
& color scheme anymore?
hidden romance
under a cerulean sky,
fading into lavender?
Why
are we still hiding?
I still wonder—
He wishes he was friends with a giraffe.
A mouse wants to climb up the high trees—
he wants to see everything.
What if he could be any other animal?
A mouse wants to climb up the high trees,
who maybe could even fly!
What if he could be any other animal?
Bats are strong mini-foxes
who maybe could even fly,
but he grabs a popcorn kernel instead.
Bats are strong mini-foxes.
A sparrow tries to grub for worms
but he grabs a popcorn kernel instead.
He wants to see everything—
A sparrow tries to grub for worms;
he wishes he was friends with a giraffe.