On this adventure
I cannot venture
Even a backward glance
Hear me press forward
Hopelessly wayward
Deep in this solo dance
The Desk At Dusk
The so small
Details
He with her
She with him
In mind
My First Thought: A Haiku
The grand truths they tell
The sparkle when they see me
I want, need your eyes
Teeter
On somedays, like strong days
And bright, sunny days
I stand up to my ego
And dictate that we go
To right places with kind faces
Where smooth to the rough faces
But on the long days, oh my soul
Fall
That Winter and Spring
That glorious Summer
Those Days!
When I, with wings on my feet
And fire in my belly
Strode contented nonetheless
Though My Best Friend
Walked ahead sniffing and pulling
Whimpering, barking and biting
That Fall
Legs: A Haiku
Silver together
Fueled onward by true-blue love
And Big Bird yellow
East Side: A Haiku
I want you Hemi
Coming straight to me livin’
On fumes and on hope
Checkered
Leading
Chin first
Each day
Into the red
Through the crowds
I cannot recall
A single moment
That I regret
Even red flags
All
As if the faint screech
That is all I can utter
From this loyal and forlorn heart
Would provoke your thought
Summon your soul
dawn’s fact
Reaching under toward
The unlit light
For an anchor
For something
Always and alone
I could cry -I have and I do
This I promise
Stay there too long
With tears ankle deep
And you’ll miss the maddening laughter
That carries you safely through
To dawn’s fact
