The Eighth of April

The weather here is gorgeous and has been for a few days. I find fine weather brings the muse out.

Box of Words

I’m sitting on a box words

that came out of my head,

all neatly printed on scraps of page

with lines crossed out and new words added haphazardly

to sentence ends and paragraph beginnings.

Some of the words are mine;

some belong to another woman who isn’t here

anymore. She left to travel the world,

in search of a happier life and fuller purse.

I miss her now and then, but her words of wisdom and hope

help me pass through with my restless days

and sleepless nights.

© April 2016