A drop from the sky

Turns my page transparent

A drop from her eye

Turns my heart transparent. 

Two dragon's tears

For a dark storm cloud

By day

Four snap dragon wings

For a cloud of fire by night.

This rebellious
Backyard tree
Refuses to shed
Autumn foliage,
Respectfully declines
To change color -
For the same reason
Our grass doesn't grow;
It knows we won't mow.
The tree knows
We won't rake the leaves.

Dousing my vagabond shoes

In a bath of crayon wax

They burn with a fierce fire

Crying to hit the pavement

Familiarity of scenery

Weighing heavier on my back

Than my chocked full pack.

Boring souls that start to occupy

Too many pieces of my space

I'm feeling it again already,

It's past due time to

Catch a train, bus, or plane

Either way, wherever it may be

It's time to make my escape

My feet were becoming too posh anyway

This is how it goes,

I start to ask the questions,

Looking for the answers that sound right

The where, the how, the when, and how long

The what-do-I-need,

What-can-I-keep,

Catching the money

And running fast, packing light,

No matter the greener pasture I find,

Another always lies in wait.  

Early a.m. fog

Covers the Pacific Northwest

In the cool, young spring.

Yesterday's emotion

Flees in a whirlwind

Of misinformation

Today has its own ribbons

To tangle me up. 

The softness of her curves

Smoothness of her skin

Delicate and delightful

Airy like a mountaintop

I breathe her in through my nostrils

Deep in my lungs,

Diffusing membranes,

She becomes bonded to

My very blood

Feeding every cell of my body

With a quiet fury,

Arousal coursing through my veins.