Under A Paper Moon

Ella sent the invitation

Louis worked the door

to celebrate between the lines

inflection served du jour

 

My heart was given freely

their phrasings lined my soul

beyond the words and melody

goodbye to rock and roll

 

 The Saints Were Marching In

as Satch blew his horn with glee

(and Ella said)

No, No They Can’t Take That

 — Away From Me

 

(Dreamsleep: June, 2025)

 

 

The Pride And The Longing

The Pride And The Longing

 

One man’s ‘Old Days’

another man’s ‘New’

Chasing a memory

the pilgrim is due

 

One reminisces

what one only schemes

The pride and the longing

— two sides of a dream

 

(Ardmore Pennsylvania: June, 2025)

 

 

Shades Of Gray

 

Mixing wheat

with the chaff

The good

with the bad

In shadings

of gray

The truth

finds a home

 

Taking shape

from the whole

When shunning

both ends

Polarity’s

vanish

And clarity

— shown

 

(Ardmore Pennsylvania: June, 2025)

 

A Summer Of Angels

That gear to move forward

 is often reverse

The best choice of words

fortune hides in a curse

Our holiest blessing

an omen that warns

And friendship most sacred

in traitor’s reborn

Today frees tomorrow

once yesterday’s gone

Each phrase that escapes us

new words to a song

The time of the season

Fall Winter and Spring

A Summer of angels

— new devils will bring

 

(Dreamsleep: June, 2025)

 

In The Tears Of A Stranger

I learned many things from him …

 

That the trackless path

is gifted

to those

who believe

That the distance

between thoughts

can only be connected

by words

That the idea itself

 is worthless

without the thing

it expressed

That tomorrow

is no more important

than yesterday

or today

That the bullfighter

must never die

with the bull

still alive

That revolution

is the truest place

where death

is reborn

That real courage

is only measured

by the one

sorely lacking

That to love her once

is better

than to love

her again

That you must

when you must

until the bugles

have stopped

That worshipping

oneself

is life’s fatal

devotion

That the jungle

we chase

is the jungle

we live in

That the willingness

to say it

frees a willingness

to act

That each great new

adventure

begets a greater

new ending

That in the tears

of a stranger

bleeds the heart

— of a friend

 

(Key West: January, 1994)