M. Hank

There are

So many things.

So many things

So many people

Want from me.

Is it too much to ask for a break?

Am I allowed to

Have a few seconds to myself or

Am I just a machine?

I don't believe in leaves in March

but here I am, showered full to bursting in May's nakedness

I didn't believe, but I knew the truth, they would come.

I rage,

I weep,

Life is like the marshmallow in the s’more

First you have to take one out of the bag

Then stab it on a stick

If you do it wrong

The marshmallow drops into eager flames

You can start over

oh Icarus, you poor thing.
fell in love with the sun, the sky-
paid the price, i suppose.

why do we always pay the price for love?

Orpheus, lonesome poet, 
lost his love because he wanted to tell her they'd made it.

Soft sunlight

Warming our bodies

Cold from the long night

We stand up

Shaking the dew from the morning's melt off of our fur

We leap into the wildflowers

Running along the river,