Friday, May 19, 2017

Tomato



Hanging heavy and red
I peek through branches of green
hoping to be overlooked
by the eyes of the bird
today maybe the day
I am plucked from
my humble stem
but until then
it is the sun I'll
bath in

Friends

Friends lovely bird songs everywhere bees buzzing by children’s laughter in the air as the breeze floats by dogs bar...