She keeps her lawn mowed very pretty her palms
every day she rakes or 
tends concrete or wood circled gardens.
Clipping, and tending, nature.
I got a problem with it.
I have six years of pine cones
grass, where it grows up to my knees,
weeds of immense statures,
I'm sorry I bring her property value down.
I like au natural , ok, I am just  lazy.
I like living in a forest, naturally
debris gathers, and nature has her way with.
She, nature, has a way of dealing with.
Why can't I?
I asked her one day, just being me, dumb!
" I did not know Palms were
indigenous to Alabama"

She took me to bed  .  .  .
Skinned in bliss— was reborn, lost,
  .  .  .  In her satin folds.

The hardest thing to hold on to
is the change that suddenly sweep you off
Stepping on once calm water
suddenly the undercurrents catch you unaware
Change for the better or worse
you will have to swim upstream and find out

Maybe

Maybe* she won't cry today,
And maybe he won't lie today,
And maybe life goes on today,
But maybe I'll be wrong today.

Maybe I'll be strong today,
And maybe tears won't fall today,
But maybe he'll break down today,
Because maybe she won't die today.

Maybe things get better today,
And maybe I'll write the letter today,
Maybe I'll sign my name in ink,
But maybe that's a permanent link.

Maybe that's too much for me,
Maybe "attached" is something I don't wanna be,
And maybe it'd be painful to watch,
Over the years; Death's painful march.

And maybe she'll go down today,
And maybe things won't be okay,
And maybe he'll give up and say,
That maybe he'll just run away.

But maybe I'll just cry today,
Maybe that's a better way.
Maybe that's my job today,
Maybe I'll just try to be okay.

Because maybe it's important to grieve,
And maybe it's okay to leave,
A little room to be left for me,
A little time to simply breath.

Maybe I should put myself first,
And maybe it wouldn't be the worst,
To maybe just take care of me,
Instead of being the one in lead.

*Maybe.