Hiding Found

Are things coming back around?
Asleep with a dog on a couch.
Time will tell what happened.

Will these scenes ever work out?
In dreams in a handknit blanket.
Morning wipes what happened.

Shed the jungle years ago
Texas wasn’t too kind
Landed in the sand again
amazed at what they’d find

Something, somehow, put us here

She walks a dog while he picks flowers
Leaves blow
Head explodes tomorrow
Overflowing with it all
She walks a dog while he picks flowers

What’s the point of hiding found?
Near feet, a black rug is breathing.
Night time knows what happened.

When did sunrise become now?
Tapped toes relax and take the evening.
Drifting in what happened.