written 1999
Spring’s emerald buds upon a youth… Never thought of death, A verdant pointed star so powerful… Love’s rain from reaching ground, The crimson fan mirroring sunlit a…
She waked to a bleak, rain-storm d… Most things seem dulled by tones o… She watched yesterday’s sun “set”—… Brief—there was still an after-glo… She recalls smiling as she said,
She eternally sleeps, Forever seventeen, In the ground Beneath Poseyville. Just a face in the crowd
Riding a pale horse, Death is not a hooded skeleton. Scythe bone-knuckled gripped, Sockets wide as lunar craters With stars flickering in their dep…
For now she watches from a distanc… Wanting so much to be a part Of the dream she sees every day That’s tearing her apart for some Reason she can’t let you go she wa…
Upon the least well-crowded walk h… And yield to some strange influenc… Rosenthal and Rosenthal have gone… Said the name-plate upon the fast-… Tread unceasingly, citizens unknow…
She is woman, Who holds the world in her hands, Who touches every soul in the land… She is “powerful.” She is “emotional.”
Who planned October’s silent song Whose rhythm is the pulsing heart, Whose melody is echo heard From lost chorale the haunting the… Of every solitary art?
The Oshkosh B’Gosh overalls A trademark of your own The acres of farmland You’d always call your home You taught her “Oh Susanna”
Moving through the water As graceful as can be What can it be? She moves closer to see. Soon she is near
She saved her visits for late in t… After the fields had been mowed, The chores completed and supper ea… The last clean dish put away. They would sit on the porch
They play a game, but they don’t a… They loved once but will they love… They always say that was the last… But do they have the right to draw… They want to love but they can’t,…
Love of soft warm drizzly days Slowly, strolling along a quiet pi… Cloud banks cast light upon the wa… Illuminating a sea dance, then dis… Touched by pure gentle hissing rai…
The endless search for meaning eng… Life’s delicate transitions bars h… What is this Life he ponders? Why… Are mysteries and illusions the bl… How long it takes a tree to grow.…
Oh Gloomy Death! Knocking on the door Piercing the sinews of her heart Tearing her soul apart Then, beckoning her slowly...