I am made up of microscopic lifeforms that do not know my name.

Button drops over- all’s well that ends well, un- less the stork dies.

Brush teeth, comb black hair, eat breakfast, take medicine, change clothes, pack backpack.

What thin paper dolls we are! Toys for dear Eros and sweet Thanatos.

Helium gases hydrogen dust collapsing into gravity.

Late winter storms steal the promise of springtime heat yet still the plants bloom.

Wet footprints in pairs weave through traffic together, evaporating.

Simple poetic forms are deceptive, treat with caution poets.