Where were you When I found myself drowning Caught in the riptide of Unpopular opinion? My only crime  Being who I am Walking my particular…

Birdsong melodies surround me early in the morning inviting me to sit a spell (the birds are casting spells) their enchantment takes hold it takes hold…

My thoughts are blown by the wind today Into eddies of dust that sometimes reach the sky. Occasionally flitting along the ground before disappearing How…