
when land meets the sea
he must form a good shoreline–
or his name is mud
–photo by me

when land meets the sea
he must form a good shoreline–
or his name is mud
–photo by me

–photo by me

I lay here on my lawn chair
Out in the merciless sun,
Too hot to move to the shade.
The shimmering air is still,
And I’m actually being cooked
alive in this backyard oven.
I’m sizzling like a sausage.
The meat is done and ready
To slide right off my bones.
I’m going to spontaneously
Combust any second now.
Detonation is imminent–
Wait! Suddenly a breeze!
A lovely, lovely, breeze!
I am saved by the wind.
Don’t leave, lovely breeze.
Come back! Tell your friends!
I am back in the fiery pit.
I am wilted.
–Photo by me

I love this quote from The Color Purple: “I think it pisses God off when a person walks by the color purple in a field and doesn’t notice it.”
–Photo by me

There are blonde little ponies
Out here everywhere;
They race with the wind,
And it tousles their hair.
But look a bit closer–
You’ll find, as you pass,
The blonde little ponies
Have turned into grass.
–Photo by me

–photo by me

the coming storm
obscures the light
of lifted lamp
and golden door;
without our beacon
burning bright,
our land grows dark
from shore to shore.
–photo by me

The creek and the cloud
Were cut from the same cloth–
Brothers, since the world began,
Comparable in composition,
Yet contrary in composure:
The creek is so laid back,
He is often called lazy,
While the cloud is always
Up in the air over something.
–Photo by me

summer has come
people will do things
mothers will cry
–photo by me

if people
stood together
like the forest
full of trees
perhaps we’d
better weather
both the tempest
and the breeze
***
together, many
kinds of trees make up the most
beautiful forest
–photo by me