If I kissed you,
What would you do?
Slap my left cheek?
Shout, "How dare you? "
I travel, alone, to far places,
My mind, at times, wishes me to see,
Exotic thoughts my penned hand releases
In verse, prose fashion for posterity.
How do robins know
There will be no more snow
And in March come around,
Scavenge off the ground,