Inside My Mind
sought through ivy pinions away from its climb
sorrowful
searching...
on a plate of grass will follow
such as a room nor equated place you shall go
stand here complete bump past the window
find an old lady in shawl
history
electricity

hoodlum at the knees
shadow beneath buried near the debris
oh habitat...near heart attack we humbly agree
shadows block the mere vortex of one's mind
zipper to the blind
sunshine
giving room to shine

lost as in cousin pressed below the button
Here in April,
the prairie wind at my back