Cleaning the Yard Today I found this old penny in the yard; its brown enough to be the ground camouflaged underneath wet leaves. The spring returns no matter how many of them we spend without discretion. I want to keep seasons in my savings jar. I'd keep a lid on the one that preserves the long... Sign in to see full entry.
Saturday, April 26, 2003
The only thing forbidden Find the apple bitten with no worm burgeoning past the cavity, centered green as fruit. The stem holds its attachment unplucked by any hand. The leaf falls alone finishing its task remaining aesthetic at all costs. The tree deserves more credit than it ever gets. Shadows... Sign in to see full entry.
Thinking of you Holding my breath underwater indefinitely is much easier than living without you in my periphery. I smell your scent at the florist shop everytime I purchase the rarest Rose. My eyes open from sound sleep when your dreaming quietly next to me. We find an anniversary to celebrate... Sign in to see full entry.
The laundry room
In the laundry room You call out my name During every spin cycle. Something's are so deeply Embedded they may never come out. I fold you With care before I stack you On clean sheets. No bleach can rinse These thoughts In my head. Michael D. Brown Sign in to see full entry.