My Mirror

Here I am
On my park bench.
Waiting.
Alone.
Winds get cold
Numbing the face
Tears cease
Life has become blurry
I need glasses
Am I watching a movie?
Hand outstretched
I hit something.
Cold and uninviting
I can't hide from my reflection.

Lilies

You said you liked lilies
Soft and simple.
Tiger lilies have some flare.
Orange can be harsh sometimes
It's not for everyone
Pink pettles are more friendly
Most would agree
Throw away the orange ones - they clash
Watch silently as the garbage lady drives away

Organ Donor

My ratty four door stuffed to capacity
Material possessions strategically aligned
Boxes, shipped
Everything I own fits snuggly in this car
Did I forget anything?
Clothes in suitcases
Art in boxes
Shoes in a pile behind my seat
Our dog next to me
I look down into sad amber eyes and a rush comes over me
I slam on the breaks
Tears overflow
I left my heart on the pillow.