By Mike O’Connell

Pushing, shoveling,

pinned by emotions

to bullying bulletin boards,

my little notes are lost

in moving sticky storms,

surrounded by a little sign

that says:

<<never write out of desperation,

never paint out of fear.>>

in flowering gold letters,

with little face forms,

oh so cleverly embedded,

“Paint the written storms!”

she says.

“They’re not just gray!”