Wetland

Metallic torrents

Heavy moss of broken hearts

Muddy callouses

Flashes of Eternal

Hot summers by the waves

Released my anxiety

We felt nothing if not brave

To be the misfits of society

A hesitant hand

Left much to be discovered

As we got lost in wonderland

If only I would have known there was an other

Some days were full of affection

Other days were shrouded in misery

Appearing to be nothing less than perfection

Your endearing smile was a real muck of trickery

I pity the fool

Who has the next alluring dance with you

PNW

Emerald and Gold

That is all I’ve known

The hippies and trees

Blending in the patchy gray sky

The smell of Voodoo and Dutch Bros

Gathering on the pollinated wind

As I was carried away

From a bowl to an island

My heart now branded with bright green and blue

I fly with the seagulls

And dance in the new urban city streets

A lifetime in the land of

Wispy Conifers and Springing Scarlet Salmon

I see my roots engraved nowhere else

So “Roll on, Columbia, Roll On."

Rainbow Eyes

Sweet lover

Cherry blossoms and mascara

Humid evenings

The cry of my mother

The colors of the rainbow

Reflect in the ordinary eyes

Of those around us turned into

Scapegoats.

A sense of wrongness fills the bellies

Of the White Republic

When they see us walk down the street.

“How could you do this to the Church? To our family!”

Is the first whip at my vulnerable heart

Sweet lover

Cherry blossoms and mascara

Humid evenings

The cry of my mother

Fathoming this notion leaves us choking

On the bile of our accusers.

We are gay with happiness

Our love shines through the filth

Of the White Republic

We march

Hand in hand

Heart to heart

Gay

To the White Republic

It is time we walk on rainbows

Everyday

To feel the unity of our community

Engulfed with flames

Sweet lover

Cherry blossoms and mascara

Humid evenings

The cry of my mother