crunchy

oh peanut butter
i think i'm in love with you
bad news for my hips

ode to my laminator

before you were here
we undoubtedly survived
still glad i have you

appleseed

Lord, you amaze me
sowing story seeds back then
to bear fruit today

pre-equinox

the wind-kissed treetops
giggle in expectation
waiting for the morn

task


the log in my eye
has lodged itself in my heart
i must remove it