Like children’s laughter.

Light,

Soft, ...

Days spent crafting.

Hours waiting in the hot sun.

“Would you like to buy one?” ...

Leftover junk,

Organized neatly.

Barred spotless window, ...

Resting,

Chatting,

Staring at the sky, ...

Misaligned,

Mismatched,

With gaps. ...

No need for kisses, or

Gratitude,

For supporting you. ...

Thank you…

For taking me places,

Not complaining, ...

Blue,

Black,

A scratch, ...

Looking up,

Hoping what lies beyond,

Is good. ...

Carry me with you,

Down river,

To someplace, ...

Only with,

Every hazy stone,

Dried leaf, ...

An ancient clock,

Casting shadowy memories,

On a sunbaked wall, ...

So confusing.

Distorting.

Clear, and ...

You may pull down the blinds,

Close the window,

Or shutter me in, ...

I too dream,

Of sitting on a boat,

Drink in hand, ...

D’s a cookie monster.

Sometimes she runs low,

Requesting transfers. ...

Perfection,

Reflected in imperfection.

Wish I could accept it, ...

Even street signs,

Fall flat on their face.

Everyone forgets, ...

I don’t know,

Which to embrace.

Life’s full of beauty. ...

Where did you go?

You once covered me,

With color and meaning. ...