Did you just say
You’re not worth
A price tag?

If these words
Could turn into
First-class tickets,
I’d send them
To light the dark
Corners of your room.

I know you feel
Like an expired
Boarding pass,
But remember—
You’re on a flight
To a terminal,
Not just another
Layover.

So if doubt asks
For your worth,
Tell him the register
Can’t count that high.

My father is much older now
and not in the best of health.
He’s still with us, but I’ve been grieving
his loss for decades in different ways.

I tossed an old photograph of him today.
Damage comes and goes as it pleases.

I don’t mean to denigrate him.
He’s not looking for forgiveness.
Maybe he has no idea he might benefit from it
in ways he is incapable of imagining.

It’s hard to admit, but I’m worried
after all these years I won’t be able
to feel grief for him like normal people.

With the sun's golden illumination, you find yourself wandering,
Your hair is glowing
The warm breeze kissing your cheek,
You run barefoot in the soft sand
Every step is a dance toward the divine depths
You wade into the waves
it's so peaceful you forget the noise,
You are lost as you hear the peaceful sounds of the expanse
You swim and everything seems to slow down,
Where the colors of the sea, ranging from turquoise to aquamarine, don't move or change.
The colorful fish
a beautiful rainbow beneath you,

We are born
To fight to live
Always a wild, wild west
For eternity it will be
Everyone looking out for someone
To play the true part
Even in Manhattan,
Good sheriff,
In 2034
Poor and broke
Rich and broke
Stitch, stitch,
You can still always be
A stitch in the world
If
You try
And then hold on tight
To the ends of the threads
Until you rest
In your dusty grave
That will do just fine
Sheriff.