Tuesday, October 11, 2011


Coffee dried in afternoon cup
Subtle goal of giving up
The jacked-up state
The State requires
Awake for a while
Then everyone expires


Tuesday, October 04, 2011

Silent Walk

A well worn path
From your padding feet
Winds around a mini-woods.
An island in yard town
Without "landscaping" or golf grass.
Meticulously tended, though,
Gleaned of twigs.
Invisible wishes surround,
On the path, a prayer, too.
Leaving the dust of thought
In the care of trees.