In my broken hands,
I hold,

scripted dances of hopes
only for you

only
to unfold

The rain drops spelt out a dance of words
They would twirl and sink, flop around and blink
The sun came out
Now a disco party's happening
making the drops shine and gleam,
but when will it be night?
Tik tok
Tik tok
The moon crept up
pounced on the sun.
"YAY" said the droplets. "NOW LET'S HAVE SOME FUN"

The moon was deaf
The moon was blind
The moon was vain
without a hair in sight

The moon was a party wrecker, but
another host the drops couldn't find.

The droplets grumbled and sank back
"Tomorrow we can and shall find
someone better,
much
better,
like the sun! We have in mind"

The sun came out!
"YES" screamed the water

Alas, they had only half a second to spare
till they were dried
to bare to bare

at least
soon, they will be birthed sky-high
in the clouded
skies

My forehead reads,
"nothing here"
My back twists,
"kick here"
My heart sings,
"break here"

My name tag blares,
"surviving here"

Tap, tap
knock the hammer harder,
grip it tighter
***** a bolt over here,
send a little love over there
Polish it smooth,
sand it softly till like its new.
See her brighten up,
smile in that way you love,
when she sees her birthday gift

Stars rest on the
skies, I reach up and up
only to sigh,

"If only he saw"

A dripping branch
dipping into a
swirling pond
admonishing the
blushing pond lilies

My yard is overGrown
Stalks of green r--eaching up
towards the unfathomable blues

seedy dandelions taunt me,
flaunt their aged crowns at me

deep, drooping
roses
colored in sunset hues
beckon for a chat within its perfumes

Flower seeds  
(now, post-sprout)
grew
smirk
          at me
nestled between the
raging crowd of fresh weeds

"Well, adieu to you soon," me thinks.

Dew drops wink at me
charmed from up above the leaves
of my little mulberry tree



Our apple tree is barren once more
I blame the squirrels
they ate all of her fawn,
the oranges', too

yet why do I judge:
our orange tree is Stubborn


Hopefully the promises of rain
will
free you up,
stubborn one

or
maybe
we
need more gifting,
more fertilizer
and a tiny
                       bit more of love