Saturday Walk

The water is polite
gentle like a spring
The silence of the city
the calm of the sweet drip
like a walk on the shore
of an abandoned island
I can't tell where this street ends
Green is enhanced
and almost violet
pink bursts in little flowers along the way
Water teeters on my brow
joins the rest on the concrete
a river forms
on its way south
the air is like a cucumber
extinguishing the heat in my muscles
underneath my skin
the hurricane keeps steady
like a gradual friend

Thursday Walk

Its time for clothes
Strings and cotton
won't do
the cool suddenly
feels like I am naked

Wednesday Walk

The breeze was
like a silk scarf
slivering over my body

Trees stretched their branches
onto the sidewalk
reaching out like a lover's hand

Lone crickets held perfect time
in between each beat

August still needs a jacket

Tuesday Walk

Tree shadows
scamper on the sidewalk
and crickets still chatter into the night

But August is cloaked
in Fall attire
and we all love
the pretense

A small ocean wave made out of air
pushed over my face
as if we lived by the water

The earth shook
to remind us
that our 2 PM meetings
can be thwarted by more
than slow internet

In the epicenter of that rumble
I secretly hoped
that we could
just keeping trembling

I woke up

Life can be up and down
Or we can be up and down
Choose one but don't mix both

If some thing is wrong
It's wrong
and eventually like swallowed plastic toy
Your system will shit it out

If some thing isn't wrong
And you make it wrong
Then you will just get headaches

Tawts

Thoughts are loads lightened when shared.

Jungle Heart