drives on the smooth gray pavement
We arrive at the shore,
adults at the snack bar
asking their kids what flavor of Sno-Kone they want.
We ease into it.
It embraces us and we let it.
We are but dreams floating around in the lake's mind.
We part the green murky water,
and it comforts us.
Monday, December 7, 2009
There is a tree at the park.
A big tree.
In the summer it feels warm and smooth.
If you climb to the top you can pretend you're ruler of the world.
The tree breathes what I breathe.
You scrape your knee on it's branch?
It says sorry.
So don't cuss at it.
It has rough brown skin.
Its cloak is green.
Its feet are buried in the ground.
Some day we will be down there, with the tree's feet.
Suzie was a smart girl,
she was really, really nice
but she had a problem that
she couldn't cure with ice.
She had a whopping headache, it was really, really bad.
It made her frustrated, angry and really, really sad.
Soon she had enough of it, so she told her mother.
Then she figured out that the