I inherited My father in law’s walking Stick. It has sticky Tape and a sticker with his name I think I will paint it pink.
When it’s time bury me here Under a Morten Bay Fig that’s Built like a Mack Truck With a solid beating heart And I’ll hug it’s grounded soul
goodbye Tanka
Three months ago you Sent us home made Rocky road We spoke on Facteime And optimistically Made plans to see you again.
Kid in a sprint
I changed my profile pic Hoping you would notice me and you didn’t but – I know they did, 27 likes and I am smiling bright I’m a kid chasing stars And […]
a Tanka to a Mentor
I have grown to know More about me, less about Disingenuous Musings I had settled for As truth before I met you.
the Reinvented Poet 