Green Fields

The ride begins And the world movesSliding away, slipping past our frames Down the bumps on the road, bouncing offThe hopes, to green fields afarFrom the backseat of our hearts.

The House

Took the the trash out,In a nonchalant daze,The click of a doorknob,The ease from the restrains. The sky, a light-edgeOf a thousand blue images The flower veins behind glass,The silent melodies in clasps. And then the windows, the sunlit dust motesOf new knick-knacks, fresh coffee rings, red chairsAnd warm loving eyes. Time and time again, I