Sometimes I wonder if they see
The real me
Cause if I die
Would they wear the suit and tie
Or look the other way
Opposite direction of the castaway

A little black bird,
with white underbelly,
wags its little sweet tail,
before the storm and its hail,

A car on the freeway,
caught in the down-pour,
wipers are on full-max,
and in front's just a fog.

And the little bird gets hit,
as the car's front gets smashed
little wings get torn to bits
as a neck snaps from the crash.

Black as night's tide,
comes the flooding rain,
Lightning strikes an old tree,
burning it down to a crisp

Insects running to little hives,
can't escape with their lives.
Mother nature can be beautiful,
and at a change can be deadly.

I'm just a sparrow
longing for sky
and if I had wings
I could fly.

smothering grief,
is piling and drowning me,
in a blanket of salt and water.

my longing,
is never fading,
my heart, it keeps invading,

yet,

it consumes,
and blooms,
a harbinger of doom,

it is not nice,
nor worth the price,
doesn't listen to advice,
this creeping vice,

I'll admit it to be true,
for this is my ode to you,
my nemesis,
companion,
and lover,
...food.

each of the seedling kindnesses you plant
every small deed you do lives like a
giant redwood year after you're gone--
all your goodwill skipping over time's
lengthy lake to ripple