A Point of Contrast--Spring

Those same thoughts, mild, yet fervent, gave me no

solace against what stood so simply as

dirt. I realize I’ve never picked the flowers

that grew just outside, for fear that they would

never return.

An Idea Wasted

I saw an umbrella—your umbrella— and

it taught me that we were never meant to work out;

to be fair, it was never meant to shelter us from the amorous dark,

however bright and cheerful it may be, but

was meant to be carried

briefly.