san diego sun waves waft
in through the grime-claimed window
above the cucumber melon colored tub,
and onto a seashell embroidery,
salmon pink

lukewarm soak plus one more drink

I feel like a bird caught in its own nest ,fighting for freedom without rest.

Hitting the dirt
Again and he spins
Averts the impossible
Loses but then he wins
Taking the swings
With the pauses
And the misses with the hits
Always minds his causes
And takes the chunks with the bits

Out and about
He's a man for all people
They scream and they shout
But he's no feeble
Minded trickster with those
Lying sleeves and words
He's the one they chose
He's not just for the birds
No - he don't subscribe to the herd

When it's all said and done
And he unties his laces
He says he's had fun
Open and closing cases
Taking and stealing bases
Like it's just part of his day
Running and gone with no traces
It's not about the pay
No - no, just part of the day

Mostly it's reversed, this time, not.
Rejection equals friendship in a way
unimagined. Now it's all I've got.
For the moment I notice, the second
I see, just when I know you'll never
love me. I turn it off, I cut it out.

The feelings disappear all at once.

I'll never look at this the same,
open my mouth with such unfair shame.
Of care I took and time I spend, hoping
to blend, in a different way, I guess I am
happy, and hope you will stay, a part of
my life, as a friendship resemblance.

I'll search again, for more prominence
in eyebrows, this time.