Twine wrapped around the
corks of his heart
Tugging the imagination
to be stilled by the black and white
of his mind
imagining what it is like to be
read like an open newspaper
with the decisions of what
happened yesterday

In a room of
freshly washed windows
Quietness fills the room
waiting for the quilt to be finished
to cover the dreams as you sleep

When she walked out the door
She was wearing her toes
They were a turquoisey color
I really want some of those

She was wearing her backpack
She was traveling light
She was going to the wild
to spend the night

When she left I was having
second thoughts…….
Should she have covered those
turquoisey toes or not

You see if I thought it
the birds might think it too
and eat those toes thinking
they were berries because they
were blue.

It was a silly thought
even though it could
possibly happen and that
would make it possibly true

When she comes back the
next day I hope
she’ll still have those toes
those toes that she takes
where ever she goes