dear crow

i recall biking up a hill
stood out the saddle
giving it all..

when a peddle
came off
oof!

i went down like
a sack of potatoes
and lay supine

contemplating mother
sky..but as i said to a star
when she fell from

her chariot of  slaves-
it is not how you fall
but how you rise..

dear lily

wise words
in a world
patiently mad

are we fated
love or hated
happy or sad

good or bad
to fall-hit the deck
**** over ***

a peddle short
the farm bought
to drop like leaden

balloons- just an accident..
o lily i pick you up!
and hold you

in my loving wings and together
we soar!away from tired
unfetterd mishap..