There once was a small flower that lived in a box outside my window.
Category: micro poem
Just Me
My words are lost; they belong to the ether now and I'm left with this.
Blue Dot
This tiny blue dot holds everyone you've heard of: All the love and hate [ode to Carl Sagan]
USA-2018
Divided we stand, Our nation under chaos, civility dead.
Pure
Like the dolphins in the sea, my love manages currents with great ease
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