An Ode To Elevators

Thank you,
for bringing me up
when I was down.
I began there,
long ago,
stagnant
at level one
Now here I stand,
a successful level three.
You are so uplifting!
Oh elevator,
how I look up to thee.

Alive in the Northwest

If only
the sky danced
along valleys of pine,
we could climb
on to the other side
where we'd find
each other.

Dance
in wind-struck fields of
lilies.
Harbor us,
these empty souls.
Weeping on
a flower bed,
scattered,
a northwest rose.

A Not-So-Strange Heart

You are... everything.
You are mountains I make of fragile thoughts & things.
Crammed them together with hot-glue & string.
Tied with a knot, a kiss, & a ring.
A mountain of love, for you.