Mmmm slightly crispy petals, just the way any discerning mountain goat likes them. Let’s call it a draw for now, Summer is almost over (thankfully).
humiliation leads to justification
I sit with strangers / righteous zeal in song and sway / like the ancestors
Far from Earth / a child asks / What’s a rainbow?’
Old Maple branches sink into a pile of leaves soaked through Winter
All the pieces / of our lives, a show / driving there to there
a white trail streaks by free to play above the clouds I throw dreams at it and hope they stick But was it enough? as they vanish into sky