that's mrs. mediocrity to you

and smiles at dawn

good morning, sunshine

all along

there is no bitterness here

nor regret

just the walking off
weary worry
weight of the world

no solutions to carry

no voice fuel to parry

no answers hidden
in the littered grey gravel

just anger fury fear glinting off the back

of the (slick fake true) reel news

this sky that sky this sky
always leading always following

bluest

not enough

never

not enough

too much too much too much

to reach so high

…

squirrel fight

dove coo

blue jay belligerent

.

skin soaking up sun

anti mirror

wide smile

prismatic

.

desiderata

forgotten

.

and she walked
the center line
straight past the pond
of forgiveness

.

as if it were possible

to live anything

but

the life lived

the moment living

the day dreamed

the evening

revealed

…

dipping one toe in

the cold is brutal

still

this is where i live

now

old and grey
and somewhat silent

no one cares
except when I creak

sitting alone
in my sun-filled corner

i have always had grey cats

a favorite color
in a tiny life

lived beneath every rainbow

where the bluebirds bring me sky
and I am just a figment
of a girl’s imagination

holding court
at the laundresses
tea party

and you are the shadow
of my joy

…

she chose
the flower

he named
the scent

getting old is a bitch

but it beats the alternative

truth matters

no really, it does

common sense can’t be taught

science can

the word feminism was coined by a man

of course

we’re all lost

on the same planet

i hope i’m gone

before they make the sky

less blue

…

and i’ll show you a seed
left to dry in an envelope

or an avalanche of words
dropped cold on a doorstep

or a curtain barely moving
in a window filled with need

…

the right thing
is almost never
the easiest thing

and i watch you
doing everything
the hard way

taking root
in the furrow
of new growth

this morning the sun
strode straight past
the center of longing

we’re both here

(or there)

dawning

…

these days
i drink information
through a funnel

an endless stream
of bits and bytes

hoping for
a nibble

or a pause
just long enough

to gasp

grasp

entangle

…