The day is only starting,

But it already looks blue.

Must have slept badly, ...

Today I’ll emulate,

Being a corn stalk.

Unbending, tall, ...

Today I saw a picture,

That was hard to understand.

I tried imagining, ...

Days,

Like sunsets,

Come and go. ...

Mosquitos,

Don’t need direction.

They find their way. ...

Oases don’t only exist,

In dry, desolate deserts.

Sometimes they appear, ...

Holes,

Can always be filled.

But that, ...

One of those days,

When directions are clear,

But the will to follow, ...

Ducks don’t often quack.

They are mostly quiet.

Today I’ll try the same. ...

What kind of raindrop,

To choose to be.

One by the wayside, ...

Shades of orange,

Blanket the hillside.

Country roads bask, ...

When tears on walls dry,

No one asks or wonders why.

When a stranger, ...

Words, lights, or buttons.

Some choose one,

While others, ...

When angels kiss,

Only their shadows,

May at times be seen. ....

Old love can fade,

Or evolve with time.

It’s a choice, ...

Seeing the truth is at times hard.

Lost, missing, or hidden parts,

Make deciphering reality awkward. ...

Human bridges,

Built with patience during a life,

Remain sturdy and beautiful, ...

Often as we age,

The child inside returns.

Last night I couldn’t sleep. ...

When pressure builds,

And humidity is high,

It may not be a bad time, ...

When days look hazy,

I strain my eyes,

Hoping clarity arrives. ...