my solo pathway

leads to a heat-rushed peak view

amidst barren land

she could be happy
or despise me forever

(guess i ask too much)

Friday has arrived

and sometimes we need to sing

to let loose this life

Kiko, you were right:

we should all hide in the dark

till we can calm down

denied my daughter

(middle child forgotten)

irking my small faith

last remnants of fall

beat brightly against grey skies

that bring us winter

we’re trapped in churches

that unleash our true beliefs

(shot down as martyrs)
yet, no matter where,

no matter how many deaths,

the NRA wins.
when will their god win?

when will his mercy bring life?

(it is all a sham)
so many dark days

that sit stewing between pews

waiting to find faith
rise up, off your knees!

stew your angst with a ballot

and bring back our hope

a compromise met:

shopping, lunch, and movie day

while she’s still with me

hard news is soaked up

by the last of fall color

as spring’s last green… leaves

shared stories here

of the journey to candy

and the best disguise