As the city continues to grow crowded, and concrete confines the mind, the birds up north begin their epic journey, breaking free, leaving their homes behind, from high above the year’s first snow, the birds must think, I bet humans wish they could fly away from it all.

While standing behind the espresso machine, another latte on the way, a wrinkled man walked his dog in the neighborhood nearby, shuffling across the fallen leaves, following the path that he and his love discovered all those years ago, approaching the bench, that overlooked a pond, the man whispered to the dog, what a great evening for a cup of coffee.

the heat is rising, again and again
as the sun says goodnight.
our bodies boarders, together
holding on tight.
following our goosebumps, touch
leads the way.
more and more, we become one
endless love.

Looking up at the stars
That dreamy
Glow
Now with closed eyes
Imagining a prior
Self
Whispering from afar
Murmuring about neglected
Dreams
Unfazed but now understanding
That I am
Unafraid

Why would someone
Put a bird in

A cage

Even with a velvet floor
The bird will lose its way

It is concerning how our society’s flaws keep surfacing. And what do we do? We sit back— in awe, due to the perplexity of it all. This cycle— this ****** cycle— will be upsetting forevermore.

Down the hatch it went
A lit match
With an aged twist
Friends warn you
Of what’s to come
Tellin’ you
The end is no longer out of sight
Your body craves it
Your arms shake
As you laugh on
Trembling through the night
Swallowing
A lit match
With an aged twist