Danny lived out on the street.
The state provided for his needs.
His gift was sculpting blocks of clay.
That Danny formed from day to day.
With weights and balances unknown today.
He formed an angel in beatific sway.
Then for his father on a sunny day.
The finished work he then displayed.
He looked on it with much disdain.
In great dismay Danny turned
I never saw the boy again,
But in a dumpster found the gifts remains!

She was as beautiful as the northern lights
freckles like
Scattered glowing stars on a pitch black night
a scent of
gorgeous blossom flowers a touch gentle silk
and soft. a dark well kept brunette with swelling Hill
Like big breasts a small nose and cute painted toes

emerald sparkling green eyes beautiful smile womanly
hips with sugar plump tasting
Sweet rasberry lips that stick. Curves and thighs were

Smooth as a a flowing running snake like stream over
pebble stones
and a Handful, grabful big behind.

SMILE

Whatever the reason prompt or cause
A smile in response, can offer proof
Sometimes it can be hard to convince
Especially if it is twisted into a wince
It may look strained, if one is aloof
Suggesting a need for a token pause

A smile is both a signal and reaction
Whether minimal or full toothy grin
A gesture that feels warm and sincere
Except when cold pressed lips appear
But if also seen in the eyes, it's a win
And can also signify deep satisfaction

Riding our bikes along the levy trail,
the willow tree’s branches
hang low over the path
in the early afternoon haze.

I reach up like a thief
to grab a handful of leaves,
mischievously tossing them up in the air.

As they scatter and float in the wind
behind me, riding through them,
she reaches out to capture a few.

Later, the rescued leaves
are added to her collection
placed inside a book
with a worn and dog-eared cover.