Nov 9, 2016
The Brighter Side
The whistle of blowing leaves
The blue jay catching them as they spiral down
The sugar in cherries, the smell of salt
Her hair in the brisk wind
The sour aftertaste between my teeth
Driving at night is always more fun
The bright fall leaves are shaded like death
She walks to the moon and back when she is bored
She is going to need a safe landing
The precious monster hiding under the bed
Without further ado
The mad elephant of freedom
A blue feather falls onto a lilypad
The door sighs with relief when it opens
We will seize the minds of ghosts
