when life breaks
let art be a prayer
cast out into the moonless light
*
delicacies
i do not read poems
rather
i breathe them in
slowly
slowly
slowly
savoring each word
like the nectar
of a sun-kissed primrose
*
soldiers
how i admire
the ones who
happily choose
to wake early
they have
more fortitude
than i
to resist a dream
*
death poem
let’s imagine
for a second
that there is
no such thing
as death
and that when
my heart and brain
finally rest
i have simply decided
to trade
my pen and paper
for cloud and sky
*Published by Fireflies’ Light: A Magazine of Short Poems #18