Seeing Me Seeing You

Do you still see me?  I still see you.  You are right here, in this place, in my head.  I see you.

I lost you for awhile.  I was stuck in me.  I was stuck in you seeing me.  I was stuck here, in this place, in my head, only in me.

I didn’t see you.

You needed me to see you, only you.  I needed to see you.  Me seeing you, out of this place, in my head, only you.

I see you. 

I do.

Febreeze

So like there’s this perfume thingy in my place you know and it like sprays stuff out when I walk close to it.  The smell is nice but it is weird and I like hate the sound as it comes.  Ya know that phewt noise.  It squirts without letting me know so sometimes I like get so surprised and it squirts all over my clothes.  Ewwww and that smell sticks to everything.  I like that smell but on my clothes, well like no way.   Sometimes, when a friend comes to visit who might be allergic or not like the smell I move the perfumey thing to a closet.  But it hides waiting for me in there cause after awhile I open the closet door and it goes phewt and spreads its smell all over.  If I am quick I can close the closet door before the phewt sprays all over me but then the smell goes phewt all over the towels and the toilet paper and the paper towels and the cleaning stuff and stuff.  And that smell can be so like intense.  It makes me feel sick all over but then I put it back again on the shelf in the living room and I try to sneak around it so it doesn’t phewt all over me again and again cause the smell is like nice when it is in the air but not too much right and like its lousy on my clothes and especially my skin.  I like this thing cause it is cute but in a weird way cause it also phewts stuff out.  It is cute like a skunk is cute but not as stinky but still stinky you know.

This Snows Last Gasp

The ducks, normally a cacophony of squawk as they perform their mating rituals through the night, have gone silent.  The geese normally flying and gliding in paired acquaintance seeking nesting places, have landed in wait.

Snow, it falls lending an aura of clean to the city’s grey blue night light.  It falls spread thick and wet upon the roofs of cars and buildings below.  Grass newly awakened by recent warm sun is smothered into a new blanket of bald moisture.  It attaches, providing a thick white silhouette to branches of elm and oak trees planted into the flood waters of the river.

The waters have gone smooth in the still cool air.  Cold waters warmer than space surrounding release their mists mixing old waters with new only to return again as snow cold, clean, and beautiful.

Light from houses, from street lights, from buildings pierce the mist and falling powder.  Glow is sharpened in the still misty air, beacons of welcome, radiance of familiar.  Two crosses, from hospital and school, illuminate their faith into the mystery of this spring fall.

Warmth and optimism remain in season as our prairie again renders reminder of our place.  This too will pass, this snows last gasp.