Shiny dinosaurs

In these foreign times

I can’t even make up

My mind

What I am seeing

What impressions are made

Each and every day

It begins to look

More and more

Surreal

A shiny dinosaur

Kind of deal

A yellow thaw

Will come

From this winter

Blunder

Upon us

When

I can’t tell

But it can’t come soon

Enough

The ladybugs

Seem so light

And hopeful

I need to see one soon

My own eyes

Can be replenished

When I see the lady bug

Late night

Worries

Do me no good

Helping my own little

Hope of being

Understood

For many things

I do not understand

As I see through the eyes

Of being a man

Pickle days

Today

Yesterday

All the way

From one to another

The days of simplicity

Seem so much further away

Than close to home

Learning to hold up

Now

On our own

I always liked that orange skirt

The one you wore when

We went out

The memories we have

Beautifully painted looks

Of you

A skinny release

From a lengthy stay

Has me feeling up in arms

And torn away

I can’t be perfect

And never have done so

This I must learn

In order to grow

The Waiting Grain

The waiting game

In the local grocery store

Looking for a few items more

In a world that seems

To be falling in

Around us

The darkness as night

Has a meaning

That I can’t seem to understand

I can truly say

I have no plan

I try to stand

History tall

In a world

That makes me feel

All but large

And quite small

But we do our best

In moments like these

Trying to live up for

History