Are you a boy or a girl?
The miniature horse said nothing,
But continued to chew the remains of a flowering weed.
Are you
A boy or a girl?
The miniature horse said nothing,
their forelock filled with flowers.
.
Eat what you love,
Wear what you love.
You are Love.
Love has no gender.
At the AIDS Memorial.
On the stone benches:
A little girl longs to play in the fountain.
A man with a dog on a leash reads a book.
A dog sits.
.
At the AIDS Memorial,
The words of Whitman circle the flat fountain
As it pours libations and tears.
I remember bringing a small spaniel into the wards of a hospital no longer there.
I weep and pour libations onto pages.
Journeying into the past and future,
Until I arrive at the present.
.
Here is good.
They could have been named Mary and Martha,
But they are the princesses, Ariel and Winnifred…
“One because She wants to be where the people are,
And One because She is SHY”
Jet black and plush soft
As if one cat became two…
.
But isn’t that also true,
For me and You?
Pulled toward Joy,
Dragged by Love?
Don’t let go-
Follow!!!!
The littlest bird
Trilled
To all who passed
Her…
But they were so often lost
In thought or conversation,
They could not see the seeds of Joy
that fell from Her beak.
Still
She kept on singing.
And the seeds were planted anyway.
High in the mountains
The sky whale breached
Blessing All who sang below.
.
What is more fantastic,
That whales once walked the Earth,
Or that You do
Now?
Sometimes it is not enough to simply open the blinds,
you have to get behind them to see what is really
Here
The French Bulldog
Spoke
With a decidedly Brooklyn accent.
Barely fitting into the boat bag his person was toting,
I watched them as we ran for the train.
…
Breathless,
Waiting on the platform,
Now
Pondering
All the ways we are carried
As we walk each other home.
Sitting
At the airport
Surrounded by Love.
At my feet,
A carrier is unzipped,
The contents are
Tethered as per the rules.
Soft snoozy sounds emit from green canvas,
Providing emotional support to all around.
Her person sits beside me,
Smiling.
No badges needed,
No false claims of being disabled.
Just fellow travelers flying each other home.
I fit in the carry on!!
Yes you do,
And I wish I could take you,
But sometimes we have to carry those we love in our hearts
and not on our luggage.
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