I think forever about

winter pastels

and air so crisp that

I can see past stars into

God's eyes

But then I look at this,

that's all I have

and all I need

My thoughts' demise

lies here

in my bed

 

On Tuesdays

 

A big truck came and took the trash

and played me a song

on crystal cups in the cabinets

Reminds me of elephants

communicating long distance

We are all here now