
grey mist in August
feels more like fall than summer
is there food inside

grey mist in August
feels more like fall than summer
is there food inside

life and death happens
being true to who one is –
the daily struggle

pointing signs one way
not helpful to those hiking
the opposite way

cat in the window
a thousand words aren’t enough
to paint one picture
yet thirty one syllables
to describe one of nine lives

somehow I don’t think
the plane changing its course
was due to the sign
maybe it’s the ship of state
with a different captain