I once saw a flower in disguise. Pale yellow against blue, like a sunrise. And for a moment it certainly
I’ve reread my life over and over, trying to make sense of it. The run on sentences, these missing periods,
I drew a word until I knew the meaning. Until it became a part of me. Connecting commas to connect
I crept up upon a surprise. And found something other than what I had surmised. A spirit in disguise. A
I am like a raging bull or a bull that is raging, I’m not sure. Here he comes tumbling toward.
I walked quietly into the night. Where the light is out of sight. I did not feel a single fright.
My eyes set upon the sun that seems to run from something to come. It reminds me of a son