black tankers

What to think when strange, black, train tankers start

following me around in life.. Like dark thought bubbles..

flashing cryptic, white graffiti across my days and weeks.

What do they mean?

Something only for me. That I keep noticing.

How many others do I not see?

Or is it that I see everything, and the pattern is starting

to repeat...

Like a skip in time, or a dream quietly tapping at my window,

Waiting to get in.

rose

There was this lovely little rose bud in the garden

and I cut it off knowing

that it was growing

too close to another.

I only wanted one perfect rose

to take inside and watch it die

in a jar on my table.