let the gravestone say:
he was buried like was born,
crying and alive.

steaming, pleasure drips
milked from the bloated udders
of faceless others

we are lapses in
judgement, human and divine
accidents alive

Morning
sunshine

and clear eyes to see clearly
to pick up

the twigs
and branches

off the front lawn
of my neighbor's yard

whit howland © 2021

Poppies after rain
Waving scarlet petticoats
A garden can-can

Letting you and yesterday go was not easy
Not planned on
What you meant doesn't fit with now
Sometimes you have to know when to say goodbye and leave the door open
Whether you walk back in is up to the wind
So take your direction and don't look back
Goodbye and Be well
Take great care
Moving on
When you hold on for dear life or too long
You lose so much more than your grip

C@rainbowchaser2021