There’s a dream carried on the fall winds
A house on a hill with a sunroom for two
I will trek mountains to get there, to you
10.3.19
A life of writing
Is a marathon
Not a sprint
No one knows
Where it ends
Either way
9.18.19
sixth draft finished
hand-written notes
in margins, in purple
filled binder, in hopes
a kid threw a desk today
I pointed out he was mad
he made another kid sad
because they were fat and slow
asked him why and he blamed
everyone else, even the victim
so he flipped a table instead
of asking himself why am I
8.25.19
Tell the world one important moment happened
While you prepare for the next one, keep it close
Celebrate your moments and work for the next
200 paper pages in and wedding rings to give
8.4.19
Sit in bed
look at rings
Wonder if you
did go too fast
Or not enough
when we only
have so much
time in the end