Bright Lights
We place a brown blanket over
our heads and crouch inside
the knitted cocoon to hide
from all of the bright lights
Lack of Paranoia
Open mouths gargling over
each other at the holiday party
inside a franchised golf simulator
Nothing can ruin a beautiful
fall day more than a heaping
spoonful of generalized anxiety
The Crispness of the Air
I want you to blow through me
to match the coldness I hold
inside of this aging, weary body
held together by years of love
Slow Mornings
Weekends are time to
peddle softly into a
wide open field of grass
Unmade beds mirror
mussed morning hair
and rumpled sheets
Subtle Drops of Sunshine
A slow breeze glances
your hand dipping into
the blades beside you
and time opens up