traveling through time



i went forward
into the past
young men
set in a way
until they believed
it was their way

in them
that little skip
in their step

the swagger
no one bothers
to tell them
they still have

one plus one
added up to nothing
one too many times
the counting stopped







sunlight caught in the middle of tiny leaves
green flaming butterfly wings on black branches
feeling more like a new year than january ever did
the last breath of winter carried on the wind
i am in no hurry to plant or weed
or pay head to watering, sunscreen, or
hiding from the heat
i love a light breeze and lilacs showing purple