July
Cobwebs dancing - sparkling - layered over soil and grass
Captured in the setting sun
While tiny insects dart around
And only a gentle stirring in the leaves
Barely a breeze - scarcely a sound
Everything is green - only slightly brown
Where the sun beamed too long
Pavement still radiates the day's heat - it's warmth
Until well into the night
Then smells of bonfires invade through open windows
After the sun disappears and the moon rises up
And the draft moving through refreshes
The house will cool down - the crickets will sing
But it only reminds me of you.

Upward
Maybe I'll finally do it and break out of this habit
I always have the best intentions
It's so easy to make resolutions and positive thoughts
when it's just been finished
And it's almost night
But don't mention it in the morning
Cause by that time I will have forgotten
Only a vague memory of those "good intentions"
The will is now lost
Under dark sky is the time for motivation
The 9-5 is where it ends
When the sky lights up
And again it will begin.


Fly On My Paper
There's a fly on my paper,
But it won't stay too long.
There's no garbage or food on my paper.
He'll just fly on.