Kingfisher Place

An Older Neighbor Fell In The Night An older neighbor fell in the night but if no one heard him did he really fall at all the ambulance’s candy arrival says yes we heard we heard and came because we always hear such things the slightest moth of harm is welcome to our light our open doors our care.

is that your enemies are also too sick today to have the strength to wish you harm my friend.

is that your enemies are also too sick today to have the strength to wish you harm my friend.

and I realize that whatever the day may bring every happiness is self-made every happiness is found within and easily shared with whoever may be watching.

An Older Neighbor Fell In The Night An older neighbor fell in the night but if no one heard him did he really fall at all the ambulance’s candy arrival says yes we heard we heard and came because we always hear such things the slightest moth of harm is welcome to our light our open doors our care.

Kites in Cold Climates You don’t see their species often in winter preferring the high sun on their backs and warm breezes in their outstretched arms but I suppose bundled up and made of coarser stuff one could reckon the January sky just as serene and blue as that of June ignoring the goosebumps on its hide.

Hitched With the pen hitched to the ponies of my left hand brain gives the word reins snap and the writing begins but paper is white frozen ground so sometimes the words must be arduously uncovered or if I’m fortunate like today there’s a warm spell and the hand moves easily down the neatly lined rows pulling word after word into the warm glow of my desk lamp into the glaring view of anyone passing by who is curious enough to see just what it is I’m up to so determinedly.

In Attendance I felt the pressure to be good when I was little in the church air that smelled of lingering hymns holy words ringing from wall to wall like bats trying to escape and the scent of breath mints old paper light perfume and if it was summer the windows would be open and I could smell mown grass which reminded me of those cut down for not being good for not thinking right for not fitting in and singing the old songs in perfect harmony with everyone else in attendance.

In Attendance I felt the pressure to be good when I was little in the church air that smelled of lingering hymns holy words ringing from wall to wall like bats trying to escape and the scent of breath mints old paper light perfume and if it was summer the windows would be open and I could smell mown grass which reminded me of those cut down for not being good for not thinking right for not fitting in and singing the old songs in perfect harmony with everyone else in attendance.

Hitched With the pen hitched to the ponies of my left hand brain gives the word reins snap and the writing begins but paper is white frozen ground so sometimes the words must be arduously uncovered or if I’m fortunate like today there’s a warm spell and the hand moves easily down the neatly lined rows pulling word after word into the warm glow of my desk lamp into the glaring view of anyone passing by who is curious enough to see just what it is I’m up to so determinedly.

Kites in Cold Climates You don’t see their species often in winter preferring the high sun on their backs and warm breezes in their outstretched arms but I suppose bundled up and made of coarser stuff one could reckon the January sky just as serene and blue as that of June ignoring the goosebumps on its hide.

An Older Neighbor Fell In The Night An older neighbor fell in the night but if no one heard him did he really fall at all the ambulance’s candy arrival says yes we heard we heard and came because we always hear such things the slightest moth of harm is welcome to our light our open doors our care.

An Older Neighbor Fell In The Night An older neighbor fell in the night but if no one heard him did he really fall at all the ambulance’s candy arrival says yes we heard we heard and came because we always hear such things the slightest moth of harm is welcome to our light our open doors our care.

Kites in Cold Climates You don’t see their species often in winter preferring the high sun on their backs and warm breezes in their outstretched arms but I suppose bundled up and made of coarser stuff one could reckon the January sky just as serene and blue as that of June ignoring the goosebumps on its hide.

Hitched With the pen hitched to the ponies of my left hand brain gives the word reins snap and the writing begins but paper is white frozen ground so sometimes the words must be arduously uncovered or if I’m fortunate like today there’s a warm spell and the hand moves easily down the neatly lined rows pulling word after word into the warm glow of my desk lamp into the glaring view of anyone passing by who is curious enough to see just what it is I’m up to so determinedly.

In Attendance I felt the pressure to be good when I was little in the church air that smelled of lingering hymns holy words ringing from wall to wall like bats trying to escape and the scent of breath mints old paper light perfume and if it was summer the windows would be open and I could smell mown grass which reminded me of those cut down for not being good for not thinking right for not fitting in and singing the old songs in perfect harmony with everyone else in attendance.

and I realize that whatever the day may bring every happiness is self-made every happiness is found within and easily shared with whoever may be watching.