Found glowing bright green
On my shiny black cage
Just this morning,
This
Tickle bug
Rode my hand all the way to work
Exploring beaded bracelets
Freckled flesh
Grandma’s marcasite ring
Tori Amos song lyrics.
He stayed all day
In my blue half cube
Perched on the yellow petals
Of a small sunflower.
Twice this month
On the way
Here and there
The heron who lives in our swamp
Has crossed our path.
These little odd creatures.
This crazy, horrible, wonderful life.
Your hand in mine.
by Julie Blue 