Goldenrose

Words scatter 

             don’t scare them away

we tread with trepidation -- slowly, they gather

again

I try never to forget, 

I'm the greatest project,

I'll ever work on. 

___________

We are made for each other, 

Just not in this lifetime.

___________

If I could find a color that I felt adequately described the bright bulbs outside my window, clinging to the branches of a tree I have never seen bloom, I would not use it

Some words have no place being written —

note: partially inspired by Mary Oliver's "Wild Geese" 

        and  for my mom 

i want you to sit and stare at the glistening horizon.