Three wheels,

Without passengers,

Scaling a wall. ...

Youth,

When emotions,

Washed over me. ...

With every passing day,

A bond,

I never imagined, ...

Early autumn.

Quiet,

Breezy days. ...

Write on me.

Paint,

Re-arrange, ...

Soon it’ll be spring.

The old,

Will give way, ...

Sometimes it’s worth stopping,

To look up,

And around. ...

There’s a ghost,

In my closet.

No matter how I rearrange, ...

Let’s celebrate.

Have a drink,

Talk, ...

River’s overflowing,

And cold.

Dried leaves, ...

She’s out there.

Somewhere.

Inside, ...

Dive in.

Feel the silky coolness,

Caress every pore, ...

Never imagined,

Watching a sunset,

Facing away, ...

Sometimes it’s hard,

To find room,

To see, ...

To be visible,

Or blend in.

Maybe stay in the fringe, ...

Blue, white and green.

Wonder which flag it is.

Painted grass, ...

Did someone,

Blow a hole in you?

“No. ...

Let’s fly to the skies.

Float on the breeze.

Dive to the ground, ...

I remember the day.

Early autumn,

Still warm, ...

Like you…

Crunchy outside,

Soft and delicious inside. ...