come, stay and let's talk. it's a good day to be alive
i turned around
and looked down
it was too soft to the touch
beneath my feet I felt a mush
Lo and behold
remnants of vibrant gold
undeniably sticky to the shoe
I wondered what to do with the poo
the truth be told
it is still underneath the sole
3.27.2022
brush of a fresh air with morning breeze
glistening sunrise in a crystal drop of dew
calmly, cautiously stretching branches of trees
whimpering of dogs on grass buds with poo
crisply ironed white-blue blanketing the sky
within it, the march of a Spring is nigh
3.21.2022
Ralph with Coffee 