looking into the sky
a name
shining through clouds

the moon
illuminating the night
understands silent sorrows

in the center
standing still
other skaters pass by quickly

sleep on it
advice from Mom
to the young one

lazy yellow lab
begging under the table
food gone in a gulp

hay wagon
meaty strong hands
to lift the dusty bales

a horse’s breath
warm on my hands
the smell of fresh-cut hay

late in the night
voices of broken love . . .
burned out streetlight

the clay pit
she takes one small step
and slides to the center

grandpa reads—
the little one asks "again?"
his smile grows

leaving my love       on the line

sun beating down
boys in the river
splashing ahead

wooden dock by the lake
diving in head first
escaping the summer sun

bouncing balls
a saddened kid
with no friends

arriving at the large gates
tears streaming down
a mother’s face

horse's mane
a few brush strokes
love at first sight

on the rocks
parents gaze
admiring from afar

twinkling lights
wrapped around the tree
he’s coming

HOT steaming coffee
younger brother asks for a swig
YUCK!

the sun peaks over the mountains
the waitress
pours another cup of coffee

heated city
the boy filled with demons
with a loaded gun

headstones
engulfed in sorrow
surrounded by love

fog rolling into the moor
a pink-cheeked girl
loses her bow

Mother’s warm embrace
tears streaming down
slowly drowning

daydreaming
I tie my legs together
I am Ariel

sitting
under an apple tree
blank

adolescence
exploring physics . . .
I am late

the sand . . .
underneath my feet
salt water toes

strawberry rows
splashes of RED
all over an innocent face

a Christmas surprise
for a little girl
her dream puppy

in the cemetery
where the dead sleep
she gets behind the wheel for the first time

sand mounds
she climbs to the top
watching as waves crash into shore

wildfire
his words
warm my heart

grab everything
mine, mine, mine
card declined

lightning
illuminates the room
the baby sleeps peacefully

high—
I mean hi
my name is lol

the world on
shrooms in Yellowstone
a better place

honeymoon stage
obsessed with school
he loses his true love

warm spring day
picking flowers for love
bees buzzing around

early morning
sweeping dust covers the gym
college game day arrives

friends gather around the grave
her mother
a breeze

stormy winter break
dark shadowy sorrows
warmth from the wise man

on horseback
I forget
that I cannot fly

entwined strands of corn
small hands mimic
the big hands before her

mother in law
I am the opposite
of grandiose

Grandma takes my hand
we leave footprints in the sand
as we go

after the cancer
missing him in the garden
He is alive

floating on the water . . .
ready to move
the paddle breaks the water’s surface