Wobble

I am a nut
Wound into several grooves
Barring a few

Wobbling the wheel I hold
Called life

An Eye Too Keen?

to find what isn’t present
without knowing what is so
is an eye too critical

Imagine a World

imagine a world
rivers of violet
fires green
trees of gold
grass orange

Free From You

I imagine a world,

A world that’s true,

Not so cold,

Free from you.