I walk behind empty gas stations
And broken windows,
My palms sweaty from the heat,
I think of the polar caps
Slowly melting away.

I open the door to my apartment,
I sit down on my leather couch,
My hands are no longer sweaty
But, I am still sad.

A double rainbow yesterday.
Daddy said Hello.
That is one of the reasons rainbowchaser is my copyright.
We lost him fifty years ago this August when he was only 45.
We lost Mom three years ago this August.
My father-in-law was eight years ago this August.
I don't like or care for the month of August.
Take care of Mom and our grandparents.
Watch over all your kids including grand and great grand.
Thanks for saying Hello and will always love and miss you!

C@rainbowchaser2023

I'm standing close by a river of rhyme,
where words cascade, in endless pantomime,
each line is a ripple, on the rugose water's crest,
but the chaotic current seems a randomized mess.

I see waves of words riding swells of sonnet,
into concrete verse, only to crash upon it.
There are dark plaintive whirlpools of elegy
and swirling haikus kissing off sharp envoi.

This river of rhyme could wash me away,
with its desperate currents of poetic dismay.
Its sensual verses can become a toxic wine,
oh, God, don’t let me drown in the river of rhyme.

i was
falling in love
but love is blind
and blurs our vision
because eventually we all
fall off the high clouds that love brings us to
and we are always left with scars
that will bleed
until someone else
decides to bandage me up
and bring me back
to those
high, high clouds.