To puddle one’s words Few are willing to admit Myself least of all To fall and land upon earth Closer to Earth than before?

To hide in plain sight Something we all yearn for, but Our differences Do not belong in the mud For mud cannot be polished

Fresh Seattle rain Cleanser more of soul than streets I envy that sound Such simple pure harmony Don’t forget that umbrella!

A blank white tablet Fuzzy buzzing silences Click, click, click, and yet That single black divider keeps Blinking an endless cycle

Foggy morning sky Your veil remains untouched by The flags of Autumn How cruel of you to kidnap Such keen keepsakes of your kin

Delicate surprise From behind blind-folded eyes That glint of glitter Sprinkle, sprinkle, floating down We reach out, we grasp, we drink

The darkest of nights It is on these nights I turn To these keys, clicking Fervently beyond reason Behind safely shadowed doors

A sudden rain flux A faintly calling whisper To turn off eyelids Yet I cannot shake my dream For just another hour

To grasp at the root This longing for the seasons Hidden deep, deep down To say it’s just “Natural,” Would only scratch the leaf-tops

Is there something dark? Dark, dark, deep down inside me Something that keeps me Away from the center ring A divergent path indeed

Seasonal ill’n Ado, ado, soft achoos Cool wind seeps through me

A natural fog Too tired to remember Dowsing memories Broken alarm clock weeping Woe be to his faint tick, tock

Bickering tree frogs Endless croaking back and forth Dream a soothing song One where two branches can meet In this capital forest

To cover the tears Some men will drown their sorrows Some just run away Some even will board their hearths To me? A path of rom-com