@#! Choices

Push,
pull
no
one
seems
to
be
listening






Silent
empty
spaces
appear
to
be
filled
with
others
@#!
choices



And
in
the
end
and
beginning
agency
unites
and
separates

Stumps

The
odor
of
decaying
senses
rushed
in
with
the
choking
breath
of
a
sapling
hiding
among
the
weeds
of
time

West Indies

Birds
seen
and
ignored
by
watchers
watching
a
silent
approach
to
a
chosen
history
fly,
live,
and
die
discretely

The Swing

Quiet
ropes
swing
in
the
distance
revealing
nothing
of
their
past;
singing,
laughing,
crying,
cursing,
each
rope
speaks
only
to
those
who
listen

Treehouse

Loud
noises
crunch
the
whispering
winds
of
solitude
pulling
the
other
into
reality,
forging
new
relationships