Boots and jorts, they are
Jeans cut short and badass shoes
For boys, girls, who cares?
A Home like That
What will it take for me to live in a home like that? A home I couldn't even construct in my dreams Expansive borders I've never seen Ceilings that rival my imagination
What will it take for me to live in a home like that? Gated by leaves perfectly placed one-by-one Perched above the city Quietly overlooking the minutiae of bustle and noise
What will it take for me to live in a home like that? Room reaching farther than any home I've known Accents polished to a gleam that force my eyes shut Antiques and silver too hot to touch
What would it take for me to live in a home like that? More rooms than people to swallow a space Does it have a guest room for the housekeeper and nanny? Would they look like me?
when waters meet

a set of ripples clashing, colliding, building
a movement of memories
collected from time and space, life and death
a continuous flow,
no beginning, no end
a churning
resolved, only with
a final grasp at the shore
or the pull of another—
a dance of warm and cool,
serene, tempestuous,
unmistakable counterparts
of a larger ocean