Hollow trees, fairy tales

Hollow trees, fairy tales

Dead mothers young again

Swing sets and school teachers

And plastic soldier men

Upside down pineapple

The early in the late

The layers of decades

Flipped over on the plate

We have rich memories

We have rich memories

Although places are gone

They are our red blood cells

Our souls earth, they are lawn

They can’t be unknotted

And cannot be unwrote

Stories for some, for us

Riddled secrets to quote

Spring flowering redbud

Spring flowering redbud 

Without the redwood rings

Brevity in brightness

Not stature more time brings

Changing for need or want

Accepting the unknowns

Knowing a thin trunk is

One step above from stones

They are shouting at me

They are shouting at me

Asking for the fulfill

Born but not reared, they are

Time suspended until

Soon markers of regret

Not even souvenir

Buried with a birthdate 

And dash but no end year

When the rivets wrinkle

When the rivets wrinkle

And experts disagree

Hobble before hovel

Protect the filigree 

Paper airplane travel

Grace resides in your feel

Envelope destructive 

Emotions under seal

The Earth is a juggler

The Earth is a juggler

The sun and moon are tossed

And there the North Star fixed

To aid northerners lost

At my feet, broken plates 

Spun off companion rods

And careful replacements

Until unbalanced nods 

My chromatography

My chromatography

The brown begins to part

Red anger leaving green

Then blue sadness departs

Left here in my yellow

A blinking sunflower

A fortunate wisdom

Stemming without bower