What prize get I for
planting trees and helping Earth?
It’s in how I feel.
What prize get I for
planting trees and helping Earth?
It’s in how I feel.
There’s secrets I’ll write
of willingly, and some too
When I dive into/
filth, there’s nothing uplifting/
I can write about.
My computer and
phone connect me, bind me, and
This gorgeous Fall morn
I, at breakfast, stared at my
phone*, not life. Why? Fail!
OR
*screen
The dark, little-used/
spot in the woods is perfect/
for rare medicine.
I sewed my ripped jeans./
Not the best patch job, but my/
underwear won’t show.
If I sit and think,
is that working, even if /
it’s fun? I think so.
When you think someone
Was fine as they were, but they
When you think someone
is fine as they are, but they