more little things

the little things
overwhich we worry

you make me want to get my oil changed

best laid plans

All she wanted to do is write,
and love, but life
takes-hold-takes-form
something to do while she waits
the motions become her
she scripts her needs
fashioned and formed from thought
will-do-should-do paradigms of
the best laid plan…

Then he walks in
with a swagger and a kiss and
and converses her with an
in-your-face of tugs and pulls
and lengths and widths
and suddenly in the fall,
all she wants to do is write

and love.

I want my life

There are
little things
and there are
little things:
those that matter most
and those
that matter least.

I want my life,
my love to be
all about
the little things…