A bird afraid of heights

The sun sets

when the day begins

for I hoist myself

above my balcony

with cars below

and people above

and I am happy

that I have a choice

to be happy

or not

with just a

baby step,

though I am

a nested bird that is

afraid of heights.

*

Night is too short.

It is a human life

famished,

alone,

and cold

for even the stars

will leave it

one day.

*

Roll in the grass

with its fresh cut mow,

laugh and absorb

the wave of yellow

that washes the green,

bask in the breeze of summer simplicity,

smile,

marvel,

smile again,

and stain yourself in

delight as the plants

reek of decay and death

and try to dissolve you

with their anguish.