i’m sorry, William

eighteen thousand seconds from now
the sun tea will be ready
eighteen years from now
j and t will be twenty two and twenty, respectively

eighteen days from now
something will happen i’m sure
eighteen lifetimes from now
will anyone remember us?

tomorrow will not care
what today promised
and yesterday doesn’t know anything

i’ll be ninety six some day
and i’ll look around
“it was a good life”

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Simple

Just got a thumbs up and a smile
from a stranger in a car.
Singing at the bus stop again,
maybe he’s seen me before.

I’ve become a fixture
on this street on this day.
I can make them smile
as they drive on in their routine.

So many people with their windows up.
I wonder if they hear me
thru the glass and tint.
Most don’t even look my way.

Some have problems too big,
lives too important,
to notice a crazy girl
singing her heart out waiting on a bus.

The In-Between

Damn, this life is beautiful.
It’s raining a little
and I didn’t bring a jacket.

The first promise in a song;
in my headphones now, still true.
You’ve never let me go.
Help in a heartbeat,
if ever I ask.

The sky looks like a picture
painted by someone who’s never seen real clouds.
But how can that be?
Because these clouds are real,
aren’t they?

Maybe this could be two poems,
but I’ll leave it as one.
Then again, my entire life is a poem
and it just goes on and on.

A beautiful beginning
and, still 70 years in the making, an ending.
An ending just as beautiful.

Every Moment

Angry songs and loud passengers.
Another Saturday to live.
But it’s all beautiful today.
The cute bus driver with the tattoos,
I wonder how his story goes.

Sidewalk chalk and diecast cars,
little shirts to tie dye,
tote bags with favorite characters.
Shopping for little things and little ones.

Movies by myself.
No outside food or drink.
Are you really gonna bust me
for my sweet tea?

A mother’s love.
Crying alone in the dark.
Misplaced faith
and how we find it again.