Brood

Hiding knowing glances Set stone in my eyes. My body broods It broods for you Escape from broken circles. Mistaken twist of fate My hands are tied On arms that fly Too bold to be discrete. Throwing roses at your feet. Though  I must wait I’ll wait for you. Photo – Mine Composition – Jeffrey…

Tomorrow is Not a Promise

I stepped over cracks Wished upon a star Said a prayer or two Or three Crossed my fingers I even threw salt over my shoulder Knocked three times on every wood And tossed many coins in a fountain Quarters, half dollars Whatever I had But nature takes its own course And tomorrow is not a…