(2014)
This is the America I know: A sea of white, black, red, yellow And brown faces, Strong minds and voices Raised to the sun,
Itchy eyes scaly feet achy joints and bad teeth hair so fine
Unable to be all things For all people, Perhaps at one time, I tried. Those days are
Firefly shine your light, Brighten my life, Lead the way, through The meadows, in my mind. Firefly, float so high,
Not sure what to write while the world is on the brink of another war. While others face
On this New Year’s Eve Direction lost Drifting like blowing snow To and fro. A freeze comes
Blue star behind tree branch. White cloud passing half moon. Black space surrounds like a
The birds flock to the bird feeder, some with black, capped heads and others with
Harsh reality smacks like a slap of cold wind. Sometimes I’m a tough sailor, at the helm,
Every hour we are someone Different, Every day something new Learned, Death is just another
This evening the blank, white page is open. My nerves are on edge, while a storm forms on the horizon.
Birds flying here and there, landing on branches to chirp and bare, their heart. A private club among the trees with their own private code.
Not a word heard As the river flows Over rock, around Banks that lie Waiting for visitors.
In the blink of an eye It’s a different scene On the big movie screen So easy to get absorbed In the story line of time.
Summer is near it’s end, I regret not visiting my childhood home, near the gulf, where the sunset