How do you measure a life? By dollars or cents or by pound of flesh?

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

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.

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.

Loneliness is a cherry blossom picnic set underneath the trees.

Flowers bloom in time based upon their own schedule do not rush the bloom