Something Different Poem by Scott J. Shepard

I was in the near way - further than the corner-
nooks and crannies, silk, sun, to lighten the bars.
But when the reason took a hold of me to become something -a bit more -
under me rather than ahead of my feet,
I understood that what comes up must be blind to see.

So I paint this town with the colors of whatever I choose
and there’s nothing more or less to do because I don’t want any stare to
see what I am made to think about in the blink of a sty snide

Sun shine

I wish for love
I wish for hope
I wish to dream