
she lays it on her bed
runs her fingers over the delicate spring flowers
fresh
new
sparkling
green and gold
in the warm sun
while driving to the Salvation Army
she imagines
autumn
will be a better fit

she lays it on her bed
runs her fingers over the delicate spring flowers
fresh
new
sparkling
green and gold
in the warm sun
while driving to the Salvation Army
she imagines
autumn
will be a better fit

I’m a thief in the night
undercover
I steal secrets


(Mozart claims he does not know who chewed those leaves)


I’m 16
I smell of Love’s Baby Soft
and everything is pink
and fresh and romantic
like a love letter

seems fitting
spring begins here
the origin of life