Cinderellas I have watched you grow on the vine, snuggled in the dirt, full and ripe Stacked on the blue truck away you go        

Cinderellas I have watched you grow on the vine, snuggled in the dirt, full and ripe Stacked on the blue truck away you go        

  Petal by petal your fragrance a soothing strength unfolding with consistency  though your depth surpasses such a mundane word eternal beauty, poetic boldness, even in your elegance your protective thorns set the boundaries though hinder not your graceful strength.…

    As I pushed Gabriel in his stroller I read, “You are not alone” on a building’s wall. Not three yards away was a man gathering his belongings; Several empty plastic bottles, a massive soiled plastic sheet that appeared…