Published by

K Mark Schofer

Mainz 

A blue green scooter
sits amongst many
scooters
birds sing
spring emerges
the blue green scooter 
sits waiting for
its rider to emerge
from school
a wind blows in
from the west
a soft rain falls.

The serenity of
going to school
with a heavy
heart as the 
rider of that 
scooter thinks of
her cousin in America


Oaxaca 

A skateboard sits
outside a school
a warm breeze sweeps
in from the north
as its owner 
learns the alphabet 
without worry.

Alberta

Our home and native land!
True patriot love in all of us command.
With glowing hearts we see thee rise

a warm breeze sweeps in from the south

Acid rain?

No

the sulfur of
Another school shooting


Tokyo 

Momma we are 
learning about third
world countries 
in school. 

a warm breeze sweeps in 
from somewhere 

Yeah they
dropped an atomic
on us.

Hello,

I’m Mark

His friends observe Mark seems wired a little differently. Perhaps it’s more likely that noticing little things often missed by others is a relic of a quieter, simpler time. He has a way with words, which he refuses to let be hindered by sub-par typing skills. People have great stories to tell if you sit and listen.

A belief dear to Mark is that there is certain beauty in the world. You simply have to look for it.