Bras De Rouges

Having to balance so many
Obligations in the brain
Takes a toll on the gut
Attempting to sustain
Astral projection strains

She looked like a goose
Standing there in her boots
They matched the feathers of her coat
And the wind was blowing
Her hair around as the line
Continued to grow
For whatever she was waiting for

Bank traffic and compassion
For inanimate things that no one
Has feelings for that’s me
Branches turning red after
All the leaves fall off
Persistently

Now it was all about patience
Enjoying the way the light
Travelled through the back window
How the cat was engaging
Speeding quickly past your feet
Loud noises that will be missed
When the house is empty
But peaceful and still

Purging everything could be the move
It was hard to hold onto everyone
Especially in a town for being so sensitive
He might have lost a bit of it and
Broke through onto the other side
Equilibrium was a gift and a curse
Standards are so individual
A loss for context is the culprit
Return to what you know
That’s the reality

Aspire to create a new hardihood
Nothing is fixed
It just feels that way

© GÄ

Hopscotch

Wake up and the point is moot
What a relief no need to harp
Or uproot any more of that
Ridiculously obstinate tumbling

Found a rock in the street
I’m convinced that it’s magical
Powers will carry me through
The rest of the week rain or shine

Hopscotch chalk is melting
On the sidewalk underneath
What’s left of the pale green
Tree moss and pine cones
Rolling around like the neighbors
Kids did late summer

Winter is bringing a peaceful
Blanket to cover the chaos
Of people shouting obscenities
One more concert of roses left
To behold a chorus of color
Emboldened by their last
Opportunities to celebrate romance

Squirrels hanging upside down
Like bats in trees for the remaining nuts
The neighbors dog is still barking
Fixated on the possibilities
Of something’s to come apparently

A toast for tomorrow’s unpredictability
A magic punch for everyone to drink
I love the way the traffic lights reflect
After a downpour in the asphalt streets

No one likes the construction
Holding up everything especially
After a good nights sleep

© GÄ

Hamadryad

In appreciation for
Such energy felt
I climbed outside
Of the exhausted self

Recall of slipping
The fingers between
My hand found the edge
Of his calico seam

Eyes open I noticed
His lips had escaped
Like a tower of softness
Had melted away

A sideways view
Of the spiritual extreme
The tossed twist reality
Of a really good dream

© GÄ