I love singing at the top of my lungs in my car
I’m pretty sure the guy in the next lane thinks I’m a superstar.
Wait ‘till he sees me play my guitar.
I must have coffee in the morning
Before that...You’ve been given a fair warning.
Books on the floor
Books by the door
Books on my shelf in alphabetical order
No, I don’t have a disorder.
Don’t look so surprised...
I just like things organized…
or at least just my hundreds of tomes.
Gatsby’s journey before Frome’s
Poetry : Symmetry
Words in reason and rhyme
in beat and time.
Favorite color: purple
many a journal
It doesn’t take a Sherlock
to know that my favorite flower is the lilac.
Getting that perfect picture on file.
Jeans, sweater, scarf- that’s my style.
Finding the perfect word after thinking for a while.
a child’s gap-toothed smile.
I love to drive with all of my windows open and sunroof down.
Even if my ‘do looks like the hair of Einstein or the wig of a clown
Mom’s sure that I’ll get scalp cancer
from the uv exposure.
“But I have to”, I answer.
I can’t stay cooped up in an enclosure
ever afraid to venture out.
I want to feel the wind, the sun, on my face
to the heavens I want to shout
I’m free, not just stuck in one place
I want to see the endless green and blue space
I want to see the ocean of grass
the night lights I’ll pass.
I’ll swim at the beach
and for the stars I’ll reach.
Because, more than anything I want to be free
Can’t you see?