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.