it's simple.

it's simple.
something about that olive
green t-shirt, a day
of dirt hanging
in your hair, and the way you fry up
a pan of brussels sprouts,
keeps me thinking about you,
hours later.
even on the hard days,
it's simple.

early spring (wishful thinking)

Paper whites peak through rocks
and ragged earth, only to find unwelcoming
winter-like winds. It all ends as quickly as the thought begins.