a billion years ago
I hit the road
with just my thumb
pockets full of hope
mind full of dreams
head in the clouds
feet itching
for something
knowing nothing
headed off on my own
alone
and no one even
seemed
to care
where I ended up
I’ll let you know
when I get there
On the Way
Phil said 8 more weeks,
until spring draws near.
Outside my window,
it looks like it’s here.
Skipo
An empty penut butter jar, a saltine cracker box, and some Orange Crush cans sit in the trash. An old worn leather recliner in the corner by the window. The wall mounted TV stuck on Gunsmoke. The wrinkle free bed covers tucked in tight. A small dog lays at the foot of the bed and looks longingly at the door. Everything in place—except you.
I'm here
you're not—
sadness
Spring Fling
across squishy ground
scattered remnants of winter—
young child in heaven
Jerry Brotherton 