Llama sitting straight
In front of the unused gate
Life ready to jump!
Red umbrella shines
In the nighttime neighborhood
Standalone drama
Flower seed popped up
Still needing to shed its shell
Yet another step
July night silk air
Jazz slipping from radio
Alone, filled with love
Ninety-five degrees
Sinatra singing Good Life
Tears would be welcome
Nevada, where summer nights fall like silk on the skin
Nevada, where blue breaks heart and bathes it whole again
Nevada, where sun sets behind sage Sierra
Nevada, where air carries fresh and scented
My home I hurt to leave
Each week sprinkling care
Knowing, teaching, listening
Waiting for my wings