suspendidas

what brings the day
a sweet bouquet
perhaps we are tired
and look away.
perhaps we, too busy
with minds astray.
what brings the day
a sweet bouquet.

between

i float between
the dreams i have
and the world
i
know.

three

we are a flock
together we fly
together we rest
together we try.

one patch

one patch different
from the rest
uniqueness counts
and is the best!

lovey dove

lovey dove
so soft and shy

politrix

candidates
you vote
you play
you lobby
you lie
you leave
you stay
all the same
except for our
sweet pteribird
who unlike most
politicians
always kept
her word

my life feels

my life feels large
yet i am small
perched
between awe
and fear of it
all.