Fresh earth

cracks molten

debating the end

Or is it just mud?

The fair weather

fresh

crisp winds and

fallen children.

Loose

falling in between your fingers

following home

bottom of the heels

It hides.

Rapid lens

capturing memories

watching her walk for the first time

watching her love for the first time

black and white

true color is in the eyes

real feelings are in the mind

real love is in the heart.

Tripod holding

button squeezing

the new memory like

a new-born baby.

Pages filled

weary and drained

the gallery of life

will never feel the same.

Holding a cross

sitting cross legged

waiting for them to cross the street.

Carrying science books about space

looking to the stars

for the answers.

Breakfast than sex

peanuts and Powerade

second helping of both.

Wood sinks into the titles

shattering the boundaries

creating space

destroying space

kiss they on the face

share this moment.

Peanuts and Powerade

frequent visits to the doctor

doctor love

doctor of your mind

doctor of your spirit

testing your soul

can you read above the line

can you answer the question

where will you be

when the lights go out?

Sharp tonight.

Chasing their prey

like a cougar.

Green like the sea

moves through the sea to see

the sun retire.

Jealous of the heat

the rival will be back

only to meet the eyes

of the challenger.

Iron to iron

fair to green

shinning through eighteen holes

to earn the title of master.

Half and half to some

the greatest to rest.

Father to blood

teacher of the game

resting on birdie

for a final tee.

R.I.P

Night time flight

break down

blue dreamy moons.

Flying shotgun threw open lanes

breeze ~

tracking

the tired plane.

Flames fight frequent

miles and

    the funeral dances

    play for the open mic.

Flares from wide eyes

erupt into pale sky’s

waiting to be rescued.

Saved or rescued.

Talents eyes blink

twice

twice

for change.

Detonate art

for those who gather

tonight under married stars

and join those married stars

in union.

Standing still

floating above

watching the escaping eyes dance side to side.

Rhythm flares forward

bring life forward

Cut fresh lines

pay the final fine

be the dying shine.

Selfless acts

moving the world forward

spinning on a coin.

Two steps back

one step to the side

do the cha-cha.

Dancing in the night

coin spinning

the world will move

without you.

Green and blue knights

escort the rainbow

from the river to the gold.

The coin will spin

and the world will move.