The Singer And The Song

Whatever song fills your throat, that’s the song

your body wants

to sing. Just

listen

close.

                                                                                                              JDG

Short Short Story

As boyfriends go, he went and now she’s left

holding the bag

filled with what

might have

been.

                                                                             JDG

Spacious Holding

A sunlit morning, yet dark clouds hover.

The sky holds both

clouds and sun.

So must

we.

                                                                                                    JDG