shouting at the void
shouting at the void
primal communication
quiet voice answers
shouting at the void
primal communication
quiet voice answers
stifling a yawn
the depth of my disinterest
introvert at heart
our true former selves
wondered at the world to come
but who are we now
cotton candy sky
and rolling hills of chocolate
disinclined summer
to be wrapped in shame
a president run amok
45 must go
brown leaves on the ground
following the season's turn
generation crunch
summer in a jar
artificial fireflies
front porch evening
early morning muse
tickled by an unseen force
sipping morning tea
butterfly passes
soaking in mellow sunlight
the chaotic path
drifting of the leaves
picnic under the blossoms
a ray of sunshine