The clip of my heels on the concrete sounds softer than usual

My feet walking on pads of cloth

I feel like skipping but I know it is going to rain soon

I whistle, my lips perked in such a way as to create different notes and patterns and my chapstick lays like a wax coating over a candle

The thunder interrupts me

I reach into my bag and pull out a checkered black and white umbrella

I open it,...

These surrounding things

These every day, all the time things

A flash of yellow in the midst of green

A scaley blue in a sea of purple

Will it beckon you to come with

Or will it push you back out and make you swim

Over the years it gets harder to tell everything apart

But the color is always there

A kiss of red on a cheek before work

The rustic brown violin that plays on the corner every Th...

I listen to the beating wings

They like to stop and tell me things

They’ve traveled far and put on quite a show

The Albatross and all his friends

Fly up and down and back again

He really likes to put on quite the show

My favorite one, now, of them all

A little guy, though standing tall

The hummingbird will put on quite the show...

“Are you here?” Asked the girl.

A cough.

“I am.” Said the man.

A lie.

He was gone.

Jumping over rocks.

Running over train tracks.

Catapulting off of cliffs.

Down.

Down.

And back up again.

He was digging in the dirt.

He was playing with fire.

He was flirting and building, hating and crying…

He was everywhere, but there.

Where he desperately needed to be.

“Are you here?” Asked the gir...

I am bedizen with dazzling gems

A sweeping pink flurry of chickens and hens

My first conclusion is; you are new here

For I am glorious and you are too, dear

I click my way in heels, upstairs

To comb my way through tangled hairs

I wrap myself up tight in cloth

To look, myself, just not so goth

And if you follow me, you’ll see

That nothing feels like ecstasy

Than turning to yourself to fin...