i think my work,
my soul
is in
my chest.

they did not know she had many, neither did she. just collected one item at a time, cared fully for         each one of them.                                                                                                          catalogued

a darker green,
jasmine climbs the window,
storms brew, we are older now.

moving on i feel it was a flashback
to the girl who wished for quiet and
can remember  in detail

don’t work if not connected, if not tuned in, you would think the experts would know that.  we need to signal to another.

careful what you dream on a cusp of night. know that all stars are not the same.

seen  through the net nightly.

a thing so private, so intense .   . simple , complex. no one will see it .    

                      note your achievements to date.                     .hell no