few constants exist in life,
but there will always be:
death and taxes
and the perpetual,
obsessive need
to save Christmas
holiday
today i made a real investment in my future
poetryi finally found the heart behind the holiday
but thankfully, i wont have to ever again
i planted
100 trees
not so much to save the planet
but so
i can sleep in guilt free
for
100 arbor days
i don’t expect to outlive that
the sieve and the sand 