If You Were

If you were a star then I lay on the roof
and stargaze at you.
If you were the moon then I would like to
to be your sun.

If you were a song, I would listen to you
until my ears bled.
if you were the air then I would inhale all of you.
If you were a drug then I would like to get addicted to you.

And if you were a house then I would not leave you.
Lastly, if you were my love then you wouldn't have to worry
because I would not look at others since I already have you.

It was on the morn
A child was born
Coveted with love,
An angel came down
And took your hand
In a shape of a pure
white dove.

A violent rushing wind crept through my bedroom window,
bringing the Brooklyn air and the smell of fumes.

It's not a good combination at all.
When will I learn that the young Gen Z is more frustrated than us baby boomers?
When we are in bed, they are up all night.
When we are fully awake, they are about to lie down.
When we try to reach out to them,
They get annoyed easily.
Should we fold or unfold to the madness of this so-called new generation?
Fold to the madness of the new generation.

The fluctuating

flood-mark, a boundary of --


dry seaweed flowers.