yellow curtains

some day we will go sit on random porches.
dandelions in hand
reciting poetry
words otherwise missed
not by us
when the sky is purple
we will count the stars

i got a smile in a jar
caught it like a falling star
opened the lid to make a wish
turns out smiles smell like fish

inspiration is short lived

i danced upon a rainbow and tried to touch the sky
then i took a leap of faith to see if i could fly
i free fell for a minute or two before my dainty landing
but as graceful as my falling was i still have trouble standing