LABORS OF LOVE

Three Miles Up

My craziness is over now.

I’ve stuck my head

above the clouds

and seen the sun

shine steady streams,

while down below

it can’t be seen.

Below the brown pollution haze,

the mind looks for a better day.

Sometimes is seems so far away,

by three miles up’s a sunny day.

Zippers

I said,

“See you later.”

She only said,

“Goodbye.”

I left room

for flying,

while she

zipped up the sky.