the new kid in garageagletown

i am starting to explore
so much i have never
seen before.
friend or foe
i do not know.
but my time is now
and off i go.

field of lovely

field of lovely
yellow, greens
white surrounding
breezes
rustle.

through light

through light the dark penetrated
to ingest and push away
all the positivity that she
needed to stay,
in a world where she could not
find  her way.
on heaps of heartless detritus
quietly she stood
her ground,
clinging on
to that which she perceived
as good
this battle raged
as she aged.
she did perhaps the
best that she could
never sure.
always dure.

swan lake...not

prima gulleez ballerina
and the corps
scouting for food
then relaxing en pointe
some more.

mine...i saw it first

at times i do things illegal
waddya want
i am a seagull
most of my food it is
purloined
(the den of thieves long ago
i joined)
so drop it stop it
or hold it in your hand
and look away...
food for thought
as i grab it
turn around is
fair play.

iflife

if life were measured in increments.
time not yet earned
or perhaps wisely spent.
if life were a scoreboard
a checkerboard
a maze.
who would keep count
of all the ins and outs,
or our plays.
if time were an apple
an orange a peach
would each bite be
delicious
or perhaps out of reach.
if life were something
that could be comprehended
would then all

world sadnessses
finally be ended.

dreamt

I dreamed of a world where kindness, like
Waterfalls caressed and covered
That world In joyous
Possibilities.