Stepping out from under its shadow,

basking in the light

 

Morning returns what yesterday stole

—memory taking flight

 

(Kayenta Arizona: September, 2021)

Sometimes,

the very best informed

remain the most naïve

 

Cronkite

in 1963,

“Oswald Was The One”

 

The Mob sat back

and licked their chops,

“Bobby’s Finished Now”

 

As millions mourn

in false belief

—and Warren to mislead

 

(Crazy Horse Memorial: Black Hills South Dakota, September, 2021)

For me,

one time is not enough

Canyons widen

neath mountain bluffs

 

For me,

each time lay unforeseen

Magic transient

—a richer dream

 

(Montrose Colorado: September, 2021)

To write and wander

among the spires

 

Her mystery ancient,

each look inspired

 

The sand the measure

of all between

 

What’s in my soul

—and unforeseen

 

(Monument Valley Utah: September, 2021)

Are your words personal or objective,

that great divide

 

The second has all the letters present

…except ‘I’

 

(Dreamsleep: September, 2021)

Do you draw on the facts

or color with bias

Blurring the truth

—your head in the sand

 

(Dreamsleep: August, 2021)

Silent but deadly,

the judgment of eyes

One look as your warning,

intensity cries

 

When meant for you only,

all others to miss

The glare in the staring

—unholiest tryst

 

(Wind River Canyon Wyoming: September, 2021)

To achieve a great victory,

you must forgive a great sin

 

Blood of the innocent,

death to begin

 

The voices of children,

our enemy’s shield

 

As bombs have no conscience

—till darkness to yield

 

(Bryn Mawr College: September, 2021)

Twelve notes…

that’s all there are

to captivate and swoon

 

Mozart

and/or Elton John

—July the same as June

 

(The New Room: September, 2021)

Tearing at the roots

of what life is about,

science strips us bare

 

To wilt in description,

formulaic interred

—ivy walls that snare

 

(The New Room: August, 2021)