An inaudible promise and sigh
The most solemn tears
Necessities thrown to the floor
Secrets exposed now to light
Because of the understanding reach
A moment with heart held in the hand
One hesitant step as if to make sure
The thought to retreat
A kiss where fragile greets harsh
Eyes bowed in great honor
This presence
Lone Sway
I polished that brass
With each ounce of me
Certainly
That saxophone spoke for us two
Now long since silent
At some point it stopped
Abruptly
Tonight it told me dream anew
Called
bloom: a haiku
Frog Friend
lunatic phase
Date Unknown
Safe Name
Yours is the me
Okay
Who has let down her hair
And called out the youth
To know its own name
Is
Okay
Fathom
Wondering, wandering, white-cotton boy
How many teeth did you see
As you made your way through
The waves of this World
Did water give respite to thee
Without wind or sail or even an oar
To propel your dreams onward to land
Did you bear your teeth only
At darkness and fear
And when others sought help, gave your hand
Feathery I
I think I’ll spend Saturday
As an injured bird
That had fallen the Friday before
Should Sunday
Be gifted to me
A Phenix I think I will be




