M. Hank

Don’t kill my birds.

Tommy pays taxes.

April runs a side hustle selling cursed bath bombs on Etsy.

They have dreams.

They have a 401k.

They just bought a tiny house in a haunted forest

I hope that one day,

I can make an impact,

and change lives for the better.

I hope that every little kid

grows up with childlike hope,

and never loses it.

I hope that one day,

Reflected back at me,

I see myself through the sea.

My traits written in the stars,

I think back to the planet far from mars.

Where dreams weave themselves into reality.

A boy sat under a hazy sun, paper airplane in hand.  Words stretched along the creases, telling of a world he wished he knew: one of a golden sun you couldn’t meet the gaze of, fields full of green grass and wildflowers, and sparkli

A single spark, a fleeting breath, 

This wild, precious life, defying death. 

I'll chase the sun on windswept shore, 

And seek the truths I can't ignore. 

The toy falls 

faster 

faster 

closer to the ground 

its paws reaching out

it lands on the grass with a light thud

it hides there

waiting

quietly.