Your bed is empty
and yet our hearts remain full.
Chase that squirrel baby.
This morning
Too much rollercoaster
Cliche pouring rain
still has the power to flood.
Cold sore scars anyway.
Saw a shooting star yesterday morning
the dog star watches
over us and sends her love
morning light shifts view
A place between
Shadows project past
the body they represent.
A palm tree bends growth.
