It was dirty, just like the money had become. I was glad to rid myself of the treasures I had bought. We had gotten away clean, but sometimes when you win, you lose. Poetry by Kristie Rohner Away Dandelion flying by like beams of light from a lantern swirling, like stars in the sky losing fluffy stuff, like water dripping from a faucet Lonely, a confused woman seeking answers in her star, Lost and skinny and bare. Like leaves that blow in the wind, my weed wanders with the natural swirl.
Nature blows nature to pieces.
Life disassembles and loses the whole the heart the soul. Leftovers, cast-off from yesterday's dreams. The rain bounces like quarters off the clear, blue of the swimming pool. My chariot, a jungle gym Tom Sawyer raft to sit with daddy, smoke our pipes, on fireplace nights. The smell of fireworks smolders like a funeral pyre.