So Much To Say

So much to say So little paper to write it All out What so many people are talking Laughing, talking about. Suffice to say When I find that scrap of paper Filed somewhere Yesterday I’ll laugh, I’ll cry. Because even then I know there’s been So much...

I Come To Be

In the morning I come to be In my joyous place laughing, happy All as it should be. As a mourning dove gives it’s plaintive call Cars pass knowing nothing of my life Not at all. Birds sing, squirrels jump from branch to branch On the hunt for the perfect...