You talk a good game,
but I’ve seen you unguarded.
I know your true face.

The thunder and heat,
the reverberating beat –
echoes of Summer.

A crouching stillness
Unspoken conversation
Self-study project.

The breeze feels so good,
blowing swarthy ocean air
across my parched heart.

Each and every day,
I do the exact same thing,
chuckling softly.

Graceful in the dark;
I cannot see your face, but
I can see you dance.

Seasons come and go,
April showers make way for
returning flowers.

Restless energy,
desperate for an outlet,
no matter the cost.

The joy of children:
filled with boundless energy
until it’s nap time.

It’s not easy, but
take responsibility
for what you have done.