At work . . . skipping stones.
Maybe death comes when God runs out of rodeos.
Each of us can count our lovers on one heart.
There’s chocolate in all directions. Follow the directions!
Most religions go like this: you live, you die, you move into a better neighborhood.
The universe is stuffed with moons, stars and some days, just vanilla cream-filling if you don’t eat the hard cookie parts.
Take to the sky – fathoms deep.
In my favorite bookstore, they sell book-shaped mugs and book-shaped chocolates. And somewhere in the back, I could swear I’ve seen book-shaped books.
Become the salt of the earth and add water.
Soon – apples, first frost, snow, heavy snow, flowers, crickets, today.