The Bend

Was the water as fine a host as your story told? The global position as true? It has been some time, and I’ve navigated North somewhat, bring me back.

What shifting of the ground beneath your feet? What compromise refused? Oft’ the sands of time serve us, some act as cogs, and some as polish.

Seek with me a patient balance. Find the urgent, too. May it be our paths have merged, when this day ends, when ‘morrow comes.

After The Education

I did not just now
See 
Did I
In my peripheral
With my two tired eyes
A guy strum slow down the sidewalk
With a cello
My very favorite
This time it saddened me, though 
For it caused his back to bow
Under the weight of it 
When he’d certainly have preferred 
To reach 
And pluck
The new tulips along his path instead 

Call It

Always then fall 
Times you cannot will to stand 
Quiet yourself, take a bow, take a knee
Until when tomorrow 
Finds your chin straight
Your will intact
With the path lying crisply ahead

Rainbow Curve

 ‘Tis half the battle
To have the notion
To tell your name
And to explain
How your feet found hers
Make your gaze meet
Inquire of her time
Guess aloud her name
She wishes your shoulder
She’ll give you her world