Quite often, I write things of this nature in my journal. They make me happy.

Some Events

A cement pond, minus the water,
saw the expiration of a fragile moment.

The distant moon troubled a tooth,
which wiggled and desired freedom.

My phone rang out a rebellion,
but the timestamp was inaccurate.

A bird had a dream that it died en route
to a warmer clime and woke mute.

The circle asked the teacher “Why?”
and the teacher grew a dirty mouth.

Dust conspired with wisdom to figure
out socks but they wasted their time.

The cat edged up to a dying star
and offered a whispered prayer.