Pioneer Square

Ian Sane via Compfight The sun skips through the branches Like a child on the short road home The breeze brushes against my cheek As I sit on the park bench all alone Beneath my feet bricks argue And compete for their place They flatter me with patterns As they take up their space The …

Breakfast With God

I walked into the sunrise for breakfast today Guided by arrows made of silver dew Spring colors swirled lovingly in my periphery The skyline aflame with dancing life   A morning cradled by brick buildings of death and progress My feet slapping the beaten concrete of T-Town Every direction beautiful and full and right   …