Staring out from my porch
I can feel the breeze
From the fan touching my skin
I wish words that are spoken
Is done without hurting feelings
Breezy feeling chills come
Thinking about past event
Beneath this surface
I will rise above turmoil
Breezy feeling
Emotions rise
Silence in the air
Serenity is near
Voices sometimes
Are not clear
Raging waters
Tide goes in and out
Beneath this surface
I will rise
And be wise
Breezy feeling

Time is but a dance
Yet we sit in chairs all day
I sat this one out.

I hate to say.

committed road
chosen pathway

mapped
in the womb

written down
within conception

tattooed
in the heart

to make you fall asleep
like a bird in its nest,
I’ll hold all the
summer rains in my
arms
just for you
I’ll carry all
summer rains, I will
carry them in
my
arms,
like a heart on fire

imagining connections loosened
letterer’s preparation for goldleaf,
laws to be obeyed, terminii preset,
lies left being for the good of the laborer,
letters re-being said with no hint at right,
privilege to publish, let be made already
for any curio’s spirit aspiring sameness,
fifty-five words, commas not counting,
letters informing ideas as words.