No News

All the things we do
Happiness, anger and blues
Really just old news

April, 9:45

Moon is reflected
Off of a neighbor’s rooftop
And filtered through trees

Blink, Flutter, Wash

Blink, busy bluebird
Flutter, fling off frozen frost
Wash off Winter wings

A Billion Wires

With data streaming
Quickly speeding blinking gone
Boundaries have blurred

Empty Echo

Empty head spinning
With thoughts everyone has had
A cliché’ echo

Cloud Distance

My close winter eyes
Cannot comprehend distance
When I’m cloud gazing

Whirling Past

Wind seems to carry
Voices of those long away
Just a trick of mind