that's mrs. mediocrity to you

.

a dance

with the sky

requires

bare feet

a dab of scent

and

arms wide open

.

.

.

.

.

the bells of time

are always ringing

in the garden

of possibility

.

whether you hear

music or

cacophony

depends

on the rhythm

of your heart

.

.

.

.

.

sometimes

life takes

a big old chunk

right out of you

.

sometimes

life traps you

in a rusted out

corner

.

go ahead

bloom anyway

.

.

.

.