Observations

"The street where I grew up"
Went to get the mail and
saw a dead squirrel, two
women walking big dogs
and talking about the people
whose lives seemed more
exciting than theirs, a man
on his porch swing going
back and forth with wishes
and regrets, the neighbor
who always waves hello, and
I sang a song in my head about
the repetitive steps of dreams.

"First Love"
These girls
sit
and wait for the familiar
Bing!
Ba-da-bing?
Jubilation trepidation,
the beating of their hearts
and the relentless
hoping
dwelling
excruciating
pain of having to wait
until, again -
No. No. No.
It wasn't
what they heard in their heads.

"Freedom"
I bought a pink stuffed
bear
and gave it to the little girl who
stared up with those eyes, so
the next time you tell me I am
not who I am supposed to be just
answer me this:
Why do I always miss the bus even
when I show up exactly when I am
supposed to be there?
I can't even begin to
bare
the burden of someone
else's messed up schedule.
For god's sake the next time you
need somebody to
water the flowers while you're gone, ask
the responsible bald eagle who doesn't take
cream or sugar or any of that fake crap.
It's better to be safe
than unapologetic.

"Changes in the Weather"
This storm is making our jobs a heck of a lot
harder than the boring, clear paved roads of
a cloudless sky. Flurries never fall straight or
predictably and with this wind I can't see a damn
thing. I seem incapable of not running around just
completing tasks. When the sun comes out it is
inevitable not to feel the pressure to get out, futile
to attempt avoiding the pleasure of a beautiful day.