Drifted From planes of reality to The extent of our imaginations...
Prophetic, probation(ary) Backyard pools drown children Pull virtuosity Down below Comfort...
When did your spirit die And leave your body to fend...
I love you, mom You plant seeds that grow Our saplings...
We need you In these violent times It seems there is...
What have I lost I never had Past the point of...
The roses grew impatiently Folding their limbs to passers by Lifting...
I’ve got a broken heart The size of the moon Never...
Summertime friend It has been a cold winter Without your hands...
A child wanders Carelessly, wistfully Through Easter egg hunts And back...