Take to the sky – fathoms deep.
Found a windmill. Set it free.
Don’t fake left without me!
I fell in love when he pulled an azure sky from the glove compartment in his car.
Not a lawn, today. A rabbit.
What reasoning of a raindrop that falls from the sun?
Tonight will be better. I will open every book.
Reaching into my pocket, I pull out a dark
cloud and wring it dry over the garden.
Kiss me in gold leaf.
I’ve been missing you so slow.