Deeper than love,

deeper than hate

the abyss that surrounds

inclement to wait

 

Fortune redundant,

heads in the clouds

escape not an option

—lost faces surround

 

(Ronald McDonald House: September, 2021)

Music is the highest art,

eternity its host

 

Time enraptured note by note,

transcendence dose by dose

 

Calling out and drawing in,

beyond all paint and stone

 

The minstrel frees the poet’s words

—and drives the feelings home

 

(Listening To Bohemian Rhapsody: September, 2021)

Verbal incessance,

spewing the words

Feelings left orphaned

—sheaths without swords

 

(Big Horn Valley: September, 2021)

 

Is time distorted

or our memory of time

 

A finite connection

—dimension sublime

 

(Driggs Idaho: September, 2021)

There’s something more valued

than dollars and cents…

humanity trumping pretend

 

Your mantra has been

that “winning’s enough”

losing yourself in the end

 

Each attempt to be clever

and self-aggrandize

takes you away from what’s real

 

The most treasured of things

to be loved and endeared

—your actions can’t borrow or steal

 

(The New Room: September, 2021)

I don’t write for you,

I don’t write for me

—I write for them

 

(Cooke City Montana: September, 2021)

That which than nothing

greater can be said…

‘The Word’

 

(Devon Pennsylvania: September, 2021)

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)