excerpts from "men, women, and children"
Reposition the invitations ... the snap shots are adding up.
As are the shovels of mulch and apologies for advantage.
As are the hat racks and narrow faces, lollipop verse and soap from Sears.
Inconsistent impulses with little reviews, distinguished features for fragmented marchers.
We are kind.
Mankind. Womankind. Childrenkind.
Interwoven interactions.
Eccentric effecters.
Autonomous benefactors for the disabled.
We are left banks, right banks, bridges, toll takers and streams.
further within the body of work ...
The snow is gone. The snow is gone.
Again we’re green, and the days grow long.
Look to the pastures. Look for the herding.
Count their backs and see the wording.
There are no shepherds.
There are no sheep.
Only men, women and children.
And the company they keep.
Two of Many Apples
Do I have a story
Must there be a plot
Or do I live
Just to die
And argue more than not
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Is it true ... to come from you
Advice full of merit
Or do I see
Behind your back
Others you should credit
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Beacon Hill Morning
excerpt from "Possessions"
Critics exhale.
Philosophers inhale.
And poets breathe.
The air we share is everyone's truth. And worth wanting.
But this we cannot own.
Life passes through us. It is not stored in our persons. We bank only memories.
Possessions hoarded by greed are not possessions at all.
If I could own nothing but what I make, moments for me and drawings for you, I would have nothing more than reasons to enjoy my every day.