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Bullet

Bullet

Gliding through the clouds
No visible concern in the air
A handsome little missile
Is on a big-gun mission:
Seek a twinkly jewel
On the ground down below
Though, Bullet will not accept
Any old common thing
Not today. Such a satisfying day!
Or, truly, any other day
He flies and he flies
Wings spread across the sky
Curving, here and there, passionately
An image of patience
Considering the dish of the day
Bullet will soon find

Nature’s Shower

Drip. Drop.
I felt the rain
Fall down on me
Onto the earth
From my body
Feeling wild as can be
Dancing through mud
The wind slid over me

A perfectly timed force
Nature’s shower
I ran and I ran
Feeling a sense of power
A heavenly escape
No longer captured
By walls of the day
Arms open, I followed

The dampness soaked
My clothing that evening
Through fabric, to skin
A wakening feeling
The leaving to the calling of trees
The sky called out,
Move along and you’ll see

Run, run, run
Going about like a child
Spinning around
An orbit of a happy flower
With no one around
To take the moment away
The time was just mine
I ran away and away

Could have been

Just a minute of your time, please
Let’s have a seat
Need to tell you something
About what could have been

Wrestling in my mind
Over and over
Time and time again—
I have wondered
What I could have done different;
And if, I could go back,
I would be the person
Who did make happen
What I think should have been

Please let me finish,
No interruptions, if you don’t mind
I promise not to take
Much more of your time

The moment we are having
Is here and we will never
Be able to go back again

Now, look into my eyes
(I have no more words)
To make you see,
What I do believe,
Could have been…

A Vine Grows

A Vine Grows

Sliding up timeworn panels
Of the old wooden fence,
A vine can be found
In places fresh life is needed,
The winding and the climbing
Do not stop

Up and up,
Toward the sky
From roots up to the ends
A vine is growing,
Keeps right on going,
On a beaten track