
names without faces posting their thoughts and feelings miss them when they’re not the threads in a tapestry stronger when wove together
off a busy street
an inviting gate beckons
leave the world behind
in the cool of evenings
come and walk with your Maker
pressed against my side
feeling the phone in my sleep
even when removed
so it is with chance friendships
deep marks left in a short time
green light at corner
a well executed turn
exhilaration
gratitude for little things
the treasures of a happy life