Nights like these
When the dog won’t settle
Neither do I.
Outside the snow has melted
The world un-muted
New sounds brought to life.
Today I found a dollar bill in the backyard
Learned about a possible past life on board a famous sunken ship
And heard from my Grandma through a psychic named Ginny.
Tomorrow I will rip down the wind chime
Pull out staples from strangely painted hardwoods
Eat birthday cake.
by Julie Blue 