White has many shades.
Shadow blue, sunlit gold, grey
of approaching storm.
Color of winter
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White has many shades.
Shadow blue, sunlit gold, grey
of approaching storm.
On weigh-in day I’d
inhale helium if it
would make me lighter.
Small delicate word
studies of a larger life
viewed by an artist.
Inertia roosting
inside me like a hen un-
willing to lay eggs.
Gently falling stars,
nature’s sand slipping through the
hourglass of winter.
Some men hug, but G
envelopes, holds tight, then gives
back more than he takes.
She’d buy Free People,
match and mismatch carelessly,
revel in oddball.
J’s Pied Piper calls.
Mecca of offbeat fashion,
she shops in a daze.
They create out of
nothing whole scenes, entertain
from mere suggestions.
The Windy City
carries aloft a million
dreams on fierce updrafts.