wondering how
they came to be
blue glassy lake

from this world
a blue sky
takes me away

on the brink
of true night
black wings pass over me

a funnel falls down—
the storm’s eye
inviting

top quarter champion

top half champion

bottom quarter champion

tumbling
down the hill
who cares if we’re late?

he tries to run
I wish we could
roam free together

my old fishing pole
practicing my casting
in a green grass sea

six eyes peer
into the croaking bucket
King Toad

top half champion

champion

bottom half champion

blue sky
an old friend
brings me hope

rainy night
dry clothes
for a new friend

leaving for new beginnings
all I can think of
is the past

laying in the grass
we promise to be friends forever
autumn sky

top quarter champion

bottom half champion

bottom quarter champion

first Millikin rain
playing in the downpour
with new friends

a little salt…
a little pepper…
a meal for both of us

two sets of footprints
we walk
through snow

the perfect snowman
not ready for
the shovel to its face