Tears
The crystal rags
Viscous tatters
Of a worn-through soul
Moans

Her arms semaphore fat triangles,
Pudgy hands bunched on layered hip
Where bones idle under years of fa
And lima beans.
Her jowls shiver in accusation

Lying, thinking
Last night
How to find my soul a home
Where water is not thirsty
And bread loaf is not stone

When you come to me, unbidden,
Beckoning me
To long-ago rooms,
Where memories lie.
Offering me, as to a child, an att

A Rock, A River, A Tree
Hosts to species long since depart
Mark the mastodon.
The dinosaur, who left dry tokens
Of their sojourn here

A Rock, A River, A Tree
Hosts to species long since depart
Marked the mastodon,
The dinosaur, who left dried token
Of their sojourn here

Soft grey ghosts crawl up my sleev
to peer into my eyes
while I within deny their threats
and answer them with lies.
Mushlike memories perform

I note the obvious differences
in the human family.
Some of us are serious,
some thrive on comedy.
Some declare their lives are lived

The sun has come.
The mist has gone.
We see in the distance...
our long way home.
I was always yours to have.

Curtains forcing their will
against the wind,
children sleep,
exchanging dreams with
seraphim. The city