she
loved
the
werewolf
of
the
cherries
he
was
her
only
friend
he
was

the
leather
jacket
on
a
hot
babe
in
a
dive
bar
the
fog’s
so
cool

I
thought
I
was
humdrum
but
there
were
applause
and
the
wiping
of
tears

raindrops
keep
falling
on
my
head
to
the
time
of
my
windshield
wipers

I
drank
a
small
sherry
we’re
never
suspicious
in
the
summer
months

we’d
get
behind
his
car
and
push
while
he’d
throw
it
into
second
gear

some
of
the
clouds
were
moving
some
of
them
not
the
sun
shone
between
them

a
perfect
steam
arose
from
my
tea
I
felt
my
seat
at
the
table

white
sun
white
moon
fighting
over
my
love
like
two
siblings
rivaling

the
moon
sun
was
white
fog
today
bright
white
fog
that
I
can’t
get
over

she
married
a
werewolf
in
a
cherry
orchard
then
a
shark
ate
her

I
forgot
to
poem
and
it’s
the
feels
like
I
forgot
your
birthday

tireless
radiant
human
creating
energy
fields
with
her
hands

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