The cold gathers
In corners on the floor
As we huddle into ourselves
To hold in meager warmth
If only for the one hour.
Soon.
Soon the pool will close
And we can go home.

Nothing Changes

Nothing ever changes.
Not really.
The senior in high school
Is waiting in the car for her younger sister
Just as she did when in middle school.
She still mows the lawn
For her dad,
Free of charge.
Because nothing changes,
Not really.

High school
Is long over.
Or shortly?
Time is sckewed
And I'm standing on
Some strange teeter-totter
Between senior
And gradutated.

When will the room
Stop spinning?

I am leaving my mark here,
So that it might
Fade away.

That is,
After all,
The nature of such things.

Awfully romantic,
Isn't it?

Willow Tree

There's rips
And there's tears
We patch 'em up
Sew 'em up
Until a colorful kalediscope
Gathers over out shoulders
For there's joy in breaking
It's called mending
Though change
And it's pull
And push
Hurts as the pot grows
To hold more water
And to be honest
I can't remember
Ever seeing you cry.

Happiness

Happiness crept up on me.
He fluttered
And flew
And landed nearby,
Too far touch
But close enough to enjoy.

How precious
And wonderful those moments were
When happiness was so close.

But I came too near,
I moved to suddenly.

And the butterfly
Darted away.

Dreams

Dreams,
Sweet imagination.
What Morpheus gives
Hypnos keeps.
So we return
To the thief in the night
And his spell-casting son
For who can stray
From what we cannot escape?

May has begun.
It's spring.
I love green and blue
And these colors
Bloom
This season.
The clouds are glorious.