flopping on the wet asphalt,
tears streaming
no where
to swim.
salvation
comes in the form of a friend
with tissues and water.
all cups runneth over.
flopping on the wet asphalt,
tears streaming
no where
to swim.
salvation
comes in the form of a friend
with tissues and water.
all cups runneth over.
Shopping is for the birds.
What does it matter if your cart is full or empty?
It has wheels,
and crumbs!
old or young –
sweet dreams!
For it is in our honeyed sleep
that we heal our stings of the day –
and restore our souls.
You are blessed.
You may think you have no egrets,
but then one swoops across your path.
Somedays it doesn’t matter why you cross the road,
as long as you
let your regrets take flight.