On Night Hikes and Why Being Alone in the Dark with Your Dog Isn't Always a Bad Idea

Because someone new
Because I am afraid
Because I am not in control
Because I am tired
Because the dark
Because I am nervous for the unknown
Because sometimes the things I desire are very far away
Because I am still hopeful
Because I am not easily charmed
Because I fall too quickly
Because she is one of my best friends
Because I still want to adopt
Because "I see that I'm a little piece in a big, big universe. And that makes things right."

Also, cohesion.

you cannot serve both

I don't want to sell my life for money, but some days it can be tempting.

a parting thought.

"I bend my arrows now in circles & I shoot around the hill
If I don't get you in the morning, by the evening I sure will.
By the evening, I sure will."

on saying sorry

some times you have to listen just
a little bit harder when he talks
about the things that really matter

to make up for awkward silences,
crossed grumblings, &
ransacked raviolis.

I am tired. I am true of heart!
You are tired. You are true of heart!

okay,

little bird.
any one only knows the girl
with the wrist-watch
&
punch-stained lips.

but,

it`s quite possible
she`s a
bit
more
than that.

yip:

back to back with blades touching,
heel to toe and so on &so forth.
you near north;
i scream south.
he met a man, &shared his lunch,
she found a pup, &bandaged her paw.
the middle meets him:
"you don`t know whom i met today."
the middle greets her:
"i don`t know whom you met today."
they tiptoe backwards, till shoulders touch-
heel. toe. heel. toe. heel. toe.
&so on
and
so
forth.

hoof-picking.

some times i like to go for long gallops on my pride-full horse,
leaving my faithfull trail mare grazing out in the pasture.
[she needs some rest, any way.]
[we never went on that trip, you know.]
&i justify my rompings with reasons even i cannot combat.
well, i lie through my teeth to redeem my wretchedness.

so you depart with your hunting party,
on that expensively gratis stallion.
&while your rifle remains loaded,
poised to murder any unkind intentions,
mine has been leaked of all ammunition,
in a matter of months!

whining.

no one lets you yell around here.

no one says "it`s okay" to raise your voice &kick your legs &throw your face in to a pillow.
no one lets you cry because you are exhausted and overworked.
&it was finally starting to grow, to blossom a little white petal,
but you wouldn`t let it.
because every one else is tired too, right?
&that makes it so wrong?

because i don`t want to sing this song any more.

of pigeons, people, &pretty, fine things.

movement &timing

Today stood on her own.
I simply walked along beside.