Pretty

Maybe tomorrow I'll be pretty.

or Tuesday.

Sometimes,

I'll be pink for a day

just to say I was pretty.

But other days I feel so..

blue.

But then, the beauty takes me away -

to some other shade of orange...

Something like a sunset;

One you'd never thought to see,

hazed in pretty purple pieces of me.

A Northwestern Family

One day, you will be all mine.

We will live beneath the trees and above the moss.

Our legs will feel light as we trudge over rocks & waterfalls.

The rain will be your love & the mountains your muse.

We will walk along the strings of higher education

& run with the forested roads.

The city will light up in Big Pink, & purple lights.

The town's people will forever love Voodoo & a Rocky sort of Horror.

I could not imagine your tiny hands growing,

any place other than where mine grew.

I know you will love the light air & chilled mornings.

The snowy holidays & brisk summers.

We will live in a brick built home

surrounded by evergreen trees.

Cool outside, but we sit cozy.

Warmed by the vibrant fire.

I will love him,

he will love me,

& we will love you my darlings

in a Northwestern home.

As A Balloon Passed By

I never had a sense of self.

Never--

saw the horizon line.

Kicked my shoe

through forgiving mud.

Never thinking

maybe...

there could be consequences.

Always jumping

before I thought.

Never

holding back the fray of mind.

I was always a dreamer,

never taught

how to open my eyes.

New Love (for Jessie)

This man

so covered in moss and dirty growth;

He has harbored my heart,

opened my soul.

And I am binding the branches,

cleaning the crevices,

drinking all the muck and mud

to make a new life;

Climb inside.

The hollows are warm and gentle,

sweet and clean.

He is the most remarkable making

I have ever seen.

A shining something

covered in silk

kissing on branches of butterfly milk.

I lie in the grass at his roots just below,

staring to the marvel that stand high above.

And I shout to the treetops,

I am in love.

Ugly

I wish I was so ugly

like the stars

in their gaseous bursts

so ugly

like the moon

divots, holes in its skull.

Ugly

like the discolored leaves

dropping to

such beautiful human's feet.

If I could be

so lucky

to become

So ugly.