"Take care of me
   and
I will take care of you."

eyes on the pavement,
the tiny architectects
of sky bound prayers.

the children draw dreams
with chalk-stained hands
on the cracked concrete,
flowers, and sky bound birds,
and home and stars and rainbows.

a shimmer of light on stone.

will the chalk bleed before the bloom?

The bus
won't wait
for you,
if you are
running late.

Too late.
The bus is now
too far.
The bus
didn't wait
for you.
Who
do you think
you are?

I saw you in a way
that I’d know your playlist
in any lifetime,
any universe,
and even in the ones
where you break me,
I’d still press play.
That’s how our souls
speak in the silence.

a keyboard and a screen
no more paper and pen
times move on relentless!

Forest in moonlight
Indigo spills into night
Teal the moss aglow

Seashells so pretty
Blue ocean that calls to me
Beneath shadows dream

scratching love hearts in tree bark
poetry solid as Oak

carving a little deeper
and deeper still...