I
put
fresh
lavender
under
your
pillow
but
you
couldn’t
smell
it

one
might’ve
thought
we
were
discussing
a
soap
opera
but
‘twas
my
childhood

a
compass
alights
the
leaf
spins
another
web
a
peacock
is
born

blue
for
healing
the
psychic
mind
I
hope
to
see
the
coyote
again

leaves
hot
jazz
grand
symphony
moving
to
the
tune
of
the
leaf
blower

burned
some
black
candles
washed
that
negativity
right
out
of
my
hair

the
dew
woke
me
I
sat
up
with
her
silence
her
dark
oh
lonesome
me

I
smoked
some
marijuana
and
looked
at
the
moon
and
looked
at
the
moon

I
wonder
what
they
did
on
his
birthday
does
he
sing
to
her
his
songs

night
winding
through
the
rose
bushes
scratching
at
the
window
winter
come

the
ghosts
I
left
behind
have
come
back
this’s
the
winter
I
keep
them
warm

I’m
just
trying
to
come
up
with
something
that
resembles
a
poem

with
a
picture
of
my
great
grandmother
I
search
for
my
face
in
hers

handsome
boy
walking
down
the
street
in
denim
and
wool
denim
and
wool

the
squirrels
are
so
happy
for
nesting
little
nesting
squirrels
on
parade

I
have
scaled
these
city
walls
these
city
walls
only
to
be
with
you

- U2

sometimes
it’s
hard
to
be
a
woman
giving
all
your
love
to
just
one
man

- tammy wynette

to
dwellers
in
a
wood
almost
every
species
of
tree
has
its
voice

- thomas hardy

the
little
pink
and
orange
pigtailed
girl
that
drives
the
big
truck
past
my
house

at
the
ofrenda
his
candle
burned
quicker
than
the
rest
it
figured