Dancing in your garden
beneath a sea of glass,
every color is a memory,
every move a reminder
Weaving in between
Birds of Paradise,
the people on the edges
look in with admiration
If I am Blue
You are Orange
Opposites
With nowhere else to go,
what if we stayed here?
Eating what we find,
finding what we eat.
I’d chase my own tail,
I’d bark at the moon for you.
Who am I when I lose the path?
I am the dog being walked
I am the runner across the road
I am the mother with the stroller
I am the child sleeping within