I'm standing in a field of green
Sunshine, flowers and grass to see
Bunnies, birds and deer are there
You can see them everywhere
No one sees me,
Am I not there?
Am I invisible?
Or do you just not care?
With My Back To City Hall, On Yom Kippur
The gnats love the highway dividers,
the freelance pickup artists love the softness of the hands
of the women who love their friends
for walking with them laughing at the situation,
Are They Really Right?
Aliens, Bigfoot and monsters in spite
Who people talk about day and night
But the thing that concerns me
That most people can't see
My Secret Place
I'm sitting by the riverside on a sturdy log
I can think so clearly here my mind works just like cogs
I'm hidden by the sticks and bush on eather side of me
But the view infront of I is more than THEY can see