written 1998
Come the night on velvet wings, Ephemeral chorus rings. Melodic silence fills the calm, Awaits the mist-like rays of dawn. Tranquil beauty of the night
She has watched you grow since you… First breath... she will continue… Her death... They have shared the… Pleasures and their pains... They… Enjoyed their lives and material g…
Transcending Categories of race Evidence, time unexplained; In the purified essence of The space of truth
The old year is gone, the new year… Now if they could only make pain d… Every time she sees someone smile… She can’t stop thinking why must c… Dreams of spring flowers and happy…
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”
A splotch of veridian, A hint of cerulean blue. One long streak of burnt sienna. The painter dabs The palette
Her beautiful Ballerina She sits and admires Pliait 1,2,1,2 Again
ROAM HIM, to see what lives so… His fear! He thinks you call it p… ASK HIM, his name and he’ll tel… Him the transparent silent tears h… FORGIVE HIM, of all his sins…
She strolled along a woodland path… Mother Nature had placed tiny blo… Sunlight laced the branches of the… And the dew glistened and sparkled… Wildflowers awakening as if from a…
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
Disarray finds its grace lain upon… Hamlet, shall no one touch your sp… So shameless your name like the gl… Your purpose finds no voice, but o… Your words, misshapen, looking to…
Cicadas Singing in synchronization As if the Tree branches Were strings of a mammoth
Many miles midst misty moors men m… Marching, marching mesmerized mili… Men marching. Major murmurs memor… Messages, making mental memos, map… Moves, making modifications. Many…
She didn’t step on a sidewalk crac… So thank goodness her Mother won’… Yet when she opened the apple cide… It smelled and tasted like apple j… She didn’t break the mirror giving…
He can’t believe they’re into anot… And Valentine’s Day is oh so near… He needs new sweet nothings to whi… But after years of marriage, mixed… What more can he say, what gift ca…
