There once was a small flower that lived in a box outside my window. Advertisements
My words are lost; they belong to the ether now and I’m left with this.
This tiny blue dot holds everyone you’ve heard of: All the love and hate [ode to Carl Sagan]
Divided we stand, Our nation under chaos, civility dead.
Like the dolphins in the sea, my love manages currents with great ease
His torture was self inflicted and pains absorbed but his tongue, wicked.
A fresh breakfast is tastier than any gourmet meal by any chef
Flowers are in full bloom and trees grow green again, like love in marriage