Poems from sera-fina
The streets are collecting dust
and so are my friends, and
I just don't see the silver lining anymore
on these wretched, sunless days. ...
I wished that I liked oatmeal
for more than just its comforting aroma
because it appears to be perfect
for winter mornings.
Winter...
spicy brown mustard newsboy cap
cream colored soft shirt
rustic blue sky denim jeans
shoes the color of grand canyon dirt.
she points to her old teeth.
she asks me if she should get them all pulled out,
all at once, or one by one, a process.
partial dentures?...
Candles multiply,
like a fire spreading in our hearts.
A fire of passion, a passion for life,
that keeps on growing, as we keep on going...