still tired this morning

caught a hungry little dream

in my sleep

poet outreach

allied spirits

lyricism, our bond

out the door under a still-night sky

so many discoveries along the way

dark yields to light, then the pouring rain

newly christened

I aspire

to a flaneur calling

haunting melancholy

the lake at dusk

waves gentle tall reeds

two friends walk in tandem

headed the same direction

yet on very different paths

puppy barks at the front door

jumps on the bed to peer out the window

protecting his people, his top priority