Multitasking and running on autopilot,
my mind gets caught between gears,
up a snowy incline, down a slick road,
bubble gum stuck to my soles.
Sometimes I lose track
of the years that just passed,
muted in life’s frantic pace,
moments that race by like speeding trains.
But when I take time to stay, to open my eyes in quiet,
I catch a glimpse of the palm trees, feel the fresh breeze
and experience the changing skies.
Bold Typeface Lips
When I pick up a copy of your hardcover
Making sure the dust cover is intact
I gently open your pages
Discovering the inside of you
Smelling the new and freshly bound
Turning each page carefully, not to bend
As I caress your spine in my arms
Plant a kiss on your sexy end paper
Another one on your bold typeface lips
Saying I love you in Garamond font
And promising I’ll never read
Another softcover edition again.
I know some of you don’t like crows, but I encourage you to look at their strength, resourcefulness and beauty. They are survivors and very well might survive us on this planet because they work so well together.
Please tell him to cool it with all the wildfires in California, please.