Anger is the last thing to go

—as memory fades away

 

(Dreamsleep: June, 2021)

-Only a Poet-

is envious of the dead

 

(Amtrak R5: June, 2021)

An image recaptured

in meadow and field

 

Her fragrance escaping

–to wander and yield

 

(Dreamsleep: June, 2021)

Where would we be without the matter

of emptiness

What space would we reside in,

all things by degree

Emptiness as real as the matter

it contains

Perhaps even more

—as it first came to be

 

(Dreamsleep: May, 2021)

When the final act of courage

is gone

—all you have left is hope

 

(30^th Street Station: May, 2021)

She took her pain

and wrapped it around my heart,

tying us together in a misery

—from which we would never part

 

(Dreamsleep: May, 2021)

The riff smiled first,

as the raff smiled back

 

Each knowing the other,

the white from the black

 

“They’ll never accept us,”

they both would exclaim

 

“The ‘grays’ have the mantle,

defiled and profane”

 

(Dreamsleep: May, 2021)

Running away

from the impossible…

Truth,

 the last thing that’s caught

 

(Dreamsleep: May, 2021)

Like wine,

these older days

are vintage

 

Aging,

as each days number

declines

 

Ripe

in the tannin

of what remains

 

Rich

in the sweetness

of time now past

 

The vines

to wither

—in memory lost

 

(The New Room: May, 2021)

All Hail Caesar,

the conquering wind

 

A force of nature

that gusts within

 

Cities crumble

and empires fall

 

The shadow of Rome

—covering all

 

(The New Room: May, 2021)