Poems from Colorful Zebra
He was like the sun.
Not because he was always shining,
Even though he was,
But because I never looked at him except in frustration.
His...
When it's your time to go away
And it's my time to leave
Think of springing flowers
And the lush Oregon trees
Between Autumn days and...
Each stroke I take
My cupped hands
My arms quake
As I travel farther from the sands
Every thirty seconds
Surfacing for air
Thinking about...
To see what lies beyond our world
To jump high enough to touch the stars
To fly to the moon and back
To step on a crack without falling far...
Sometimes I wake up early in the morning
Wondering if what I do is enough
Alone with my thoughts
I think about things that may not happen...