Here is a poem
about my regular day.
I took a walk,
watched tall trees sway.

I saw a blue sky,
the sun gave a wink
peeking behind leaves,
at midday‘s brink.

Dogs passed with their owners -
some in pairs,
and even a couple of loners.

My two feet carried me,
my arms held many bags,
and I thought to myself, you see,

𝘐𝘧 𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵,
𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘺 -  
𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭
𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘯𝘪𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘥𝘢𝘺.

moon was shining bright in memphis teneesee
on a christmas night you had a dance with me
we danced to the radio as it began to play
dancing in the snow we  danced the night away

stars  in the sky so beautiful and bright
floating all around like diamonds in the night
we opened up the wine had a drink or two
dancing cheek to cheek we danced the whole night through

i wont forget that night when you danced with me
on a christmas night in memphis tenessee
dancing all night long till the break of day
dancing in the snow we danced the night away

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Come dance with me
Let’s touch the stars
Baila conmigo
Let’s listen to romantic music
Come walk with me
Anda conmigo
Come explore the world with me
Let’s see all there is to see
Let’s watch the stars dance
Watch the moon watching us
Let’s smell the roses
Vamos oler las rosas
Come laugh with me
Give me one hundred smiles
Come be with me
Ven conmigo
Forever

My heart was free

like a bird in the wild

you trapped it in your

prison of love

      and

when the prison

felt like home

you let it out.

Now it is lost

like the caged bird

set free —

no more caged

yet, never free.

I write—
neither for name
nor for fame,

but to remain sane,
for I fear
I may go insane.

Too much hurt,
endless pain—
the heart can
only hold so much.

Words are my gateway
to release what I
hold inside.

Another same day,

I search familiar details --


for a difference.

Down in the yarrow
princes and princesses eat
the green, yellow, and red apples
(toddlers get apple sauce)

Teachers share them all day
they ask questions and practise
answers, always something new
under the sun, and then we sleep
under the moon and the stars

From childhood I hang
my branches full of apples
until they can't hold the weight
and collapse under the burden
or break from old age

Yes, I have grown old
Searching for connections
I get lost more and more often
(and I eat apple sauce again)