fresh cut apple tree sawdust
light as duckling down
rests beneath late March blossoms
fragrances mingle
with the first buzzing bees –
songbirds perched
search for the perfect note
greeting the sunshine
springtime finally granting the Pacific Northwest
postcard mornings
and stress free
smiles
while driving –
arriving at Prison
the daybreak starlight
casts orange shadows
on pale blue walls
cobwebs flutter in soft breezes
and three blueish pigeons
coo their 'Hello' as I pass –
pleasantries and handshakes
at daybreak
warm sun and warmer greetings
as the education floor
buzzes
like the bees in the orchard –

someone caught me
working out mysteries
blowing white cigar clouds

Maybe I want to be single
maybe I like myself that way
I can do just as I please
no matter what they say

Maybe I like being alone
and take pleasure in being myself
having fun and loving life
I am not left upon the shelf

I am dancing and I'm singing
I read and draw and paint
maybe I don't want to be a couple
unhappy? no I ain't..

Maybe I like to be silent
and not have to talk for days
I can come and go as I please
I am happy in so many ways

And I like being by myself
I feel comfortable with me
don't assume I need another
I am happy and carefree

I'm not ready to be 'taken'
I am as happy as can be
my life's just the way I want it
I am happy just being.. me