
pushed by loud voices
driven off the beaten path
to find solitude

pushed by loud voices
driven off the beaten path
to find solitude

a sticky hot night
an open window lets in
the sound of fireworks
falling asleep to a dream
when justice for all rings true

the harvest’s at hand
go be a new creation
proclaim with your life

synchronized breathing
heard before seen on the path
jogger and his dog

first day of July
color finally changing
can’t wait to taste red