bristletoe

little lady bristletoe
stops by each day
to say hello.
she does not feel the
need to say much more,
this plant that looks like
a dinosaur.

a wall of fall

a wall of fall
and that is all.

reflect

a chance for reflection
what do i see
a world without
or within
me.

missed

the summer, missed
as autumn nudges
in so gently, her way.
blissed.

autumnberries

autumnberries
oh so
very

SHE SAW HER RAPIST ON FACEBOOK

she eked her way through life. she did what had to be done to keep herself from drowning.

decades passed. memories resurfaced in comes and goes.

she went on. whatever normal was, eluded her.

in bed, in the dark, unable to sleep...she remembered many things, most worthy of being forgotten. scratches on vinyl once pretty and pristine...her music almost gone.

social media...a world at the tip and tap on ones fingers...

so she looked and there he was, public profile...this the same man with that brazen and proud way he had bragged to a mutual acquaintance about the night he raped her.

or perhaps he subconsciously wanted to be "caught" by this #metoo moment in our collective conscience as a society.

she stared at his much aged visage..

his eyes, now smiling.

his eyes on the night that he violated her; cold, dead. dangerous.

emboldened, she shared.

to you i give

i give to you
whatever i find
wherever i go
you are in my
heart and mind.

squawk softly and carry a big stick😎