Not for her bright and daring lips

The door is sage green, reads 'coffee room,' and the barista has milky white nails.
America sounds under the salmon pipes, with the voices of six conversations.

Still, Bold Lips ignore.

They speak instead, under indigo'd eyes and bleached, coifed hair. Bolstered by turquoise and skin-clinging tights. Livened by a sugary take-out drink.

But when she vacates her spot, held regally near the yellow-brick framed window, and just next to the tray of skim and straws,

When she rises, she is missed for her quips,

not for the red of her bright, daring lips.

One more for the power of statement!

One more for the power of statement!
She asks, and she receives.
And now, she thinks, what's next?

Do we dream,
and in dreaming,
become still more awake?

Sure, the will of the Unconscious
is pretty strong.

Better leave it unleashed,
and, for a while,
follow along.

few more

and then she saw them
and for no reason at all
she's smiling all night

*

while one seemed an ass;
as simple as a wink, he
pulled her mind away

*

handshake nudge high five
hug scrunch together say cheese
gulp bob cross congrats

a couple

Icy powder pulls
at the corners of our stones;
Smiling shrieks echo.

*

Misunderstanding--
underwhelming, less than that.
I'm out with the snow.

that beach

Do you ever think of concepts as tangible things, so you can reach out and take 'em?

Like a mom is a wave and a dad is a line, a sharp black line.
A hard teacher won’t bend and a softie’s not substantial enough to believe in
Friends are the colors sienna and gold
Practicality is a rock, art is like wind
Writing is moving the pebbles on a beach
to make a pattern
that sometimes other beach goers see
and sometimes they don’t.

Recently,

Recently, I've been

Thoroughly taken by the story of a
Leather Tramp who
hit the road just after graduating with honors,
distanced himself from the minted metal remnants of his conventional life, and
found himself by letting his feet find the terrain
and his mind, the world beyond human construction.

Determined to prove himself a loner
he fled his family, more times than one
to walk into the wild
only to know in the end that
happiness must be shared.