Gothic dandelions
White perfect
Spheres
Of seeds
Contrast the black
Background of the night
How I wish I can take a picture.

Blue poppies
Little up by the moon
A bright blue
As they glow
Beautiful
But are they covered
In blood.

Don’t judge a
Wildflower
Because it
Is in a field
It might be a rare
Orchid.

As I stand
In the airport
Baggage claim
There comes
A fog
And I hear
A female voice
Am I going crazy
Then I turn around
A flight attendant was talking
About letting go
And finding joy in life
My psychic
Instinct
Say she was one of the 9/11
Victims.
I woke up in my room
And with new goal
To help me self.

The name is karma
Or Elena
I am odd duck
And unique person
Like a fingerprint
Or DNA
I don’t like chess
I am not a computer
Nor am I cold hearted
I love art
Poetry,
Photography
Languages
And anything that life
Has to offer
I am human
Are you??!!