Wednesday Afternoons

The shingles of the cave slid to the ground on a Wednesday afternoon. Some say it was the warmth of the feathers inside, others say it was the dust from the ocean.

Once on ground, the shingles became roof for all the creatures that walked the soil.

Umbrellas were turned into super stars and the moons fell right out of the system and landed in the hands of the feather kids.

They peeled the moons and made lemon eyes. They sprinkled on dust and curled the ends with a wooden curling iron

and they were never ever wet again. 

Everyday

I love you more than all the dust sparkles under my bed.
I think about you everyday, times over again.
And when the light begins to find the green of our earth,
and the birds begin the first notes of the day,
I hover a smile onto my pillow and stretch all the right strings to
make exactly the right melody for the day.
For you
for me
Everyday.