Once Upon A Suburban Street

Once upon a suburban streetWhere we lived, loved & laughedSummer comes early in JaxSo, this house no longer has a draft Warmth lets me resume my natural beingYet windows aren’t doors; they’re see-throughI strut along, giving my neighborsA bit more than a casual view

Our Olden Fantasies

Our olden fantasiesNot quite matching casual conversationThe heart’s silent secretsMasked by our gilded incantations A kind smile to hide our fearsThe dreams left by the tragic shoreBut there’s always a way back homeTo drink from the hopeful waters to finally restore

Coffee’s The Right Temperature

Coffee’s the right temperature A casual moment in my nook Perusing over my copious notes That one day need to be a book Not for my sake or the world’s But these characters yearn to be free They’re tapping upon my mind My course to sanity & their right to be