flourish fountain of youth
the future is yours
make waves with harmony
throw your pebbles
-into the centre of the pond.

tremble is becoming familiar
falling over too

dropping things for some time
ah well could be a lot worse

ageing a kindness
more time given not to everyone.

A peaceful harmony filled their steps
Glowing within
Together they spin
Around and around
Like flowers in the wind

Listen and
Silent have

The same
Letters.

What’s up
With that?

I’m in the produce
aisle and the local
fortune teller is

hurling strawberries
at me, as she yells,
Wake up, we’re in for

a wild ride and we
won’t be the same
when it’s over! Then

she charges toward
me, nearly knocks me
over and gives me an

electrified kiss. This
is the time when
peasants harvested

wild strawberries, she
says, then laughs like
a broken church bell.