Green waves dilute and deepen in the front yard
I like the assortment of plants
I joke, will you skip me like a YouTube ad?
We chuckle. I'm funny, we agree
She says she'll miss me
And I will
But I reassure, it's just a new year
Sadly(?), not a new me
I can go on about the book I'm reading
She calls me a beautiful kid
I smile, knowing she's lonely
I keep taking advantage of it
There's nothing new about something new
There's nothing new to feel
I enjoy the chant of daily TV
There's nothing new I want to be.
Tag: calm
Don’t burst my bubble

Don't burst my bubble Let me glow Let the spring of my feet Flow of my speech Girth of my grin Be intact Let me do a happy act Let me look at the sun And everything it fathers The red flowers The green leaves The warm blue sky The innocent hours Let me love you and her Cocooned together Let the springs of your feet Flows of your speeches Girths of your grins Engender mine Don't burst my bubble While I can still Reflect your shine. I'll be fine.
Ends.

It's strange how the night is Walking to the sun It's strange how it's ending Before it has begun The stars, they are guiding The blue, lonely night But I cannot find him And I'm not alright The sliding alleys Sleep with the trees The soft snoring leaves Sing their lullabies The lamps, they all flicker Dreaming of the sun And oh, how it has ended Before it has begun.
Sunday Afternoon

Give me a Sunday afternoon Of noiseless naps and comforting silence. I'll compare the blue of the walls next door With the blue of the sky With the blue of my veins and the blue of my smile. It will take me a while. The ceiling fan above my head May go round and round But not the hands of the clock. Please, make the time stop; I will give you my nightly sighs I will give you my evening laughs Give me a Sunday afternoon And it will, maybe, be enough.