Finding Berries in Warm Climates
my standard
my standard is to not be what you want
so dry high
so cry that loneliness
swimming all alone now
we quaver like in school
new found wrinkle now this time
so dry
high enough why try
why try loneliness
my standard
toothy grin not expected so soon
alone blue ocean
alone that loneliness
swimming with you two now
sigh & say farewell
this skin so far no more alone