Be an Animal!
I’ve become somewhat of a dandelion connoisseur …
Playing With Rhythm and Rhyme
I’m suspended in midair
like there’re wings on me
in my lifeguard chair
by the avocado tree
How Does it Feel?
My body after the hike felt so…so what? It was vibrating from the exercise and from the green of the day. This is what I tried to put down in a poem.
Villanelle
Did I pretend? Perhaps a dream…or was it true?
Thirteen. I was thirteen. It was July.
I swear I didn’t make it up…that night I flew.