May 9:07 P.M.

First firefly blinks
This Summer and speaks of things
Full of wordless truths

Yes It Doesn't

Wax and wane don’t, know
Northern southern sun and snow
Dichotomy flows

Uninspired

When the words won’t come
You start typing anyway
This is what you get

To Be and Yet to Be

You will never know
Stories that have gone, will go
Like tears in the snow

The Imagine Fields

The Imagine Fields
Roll in our collective mind
Green with potential

New Shingles

Noises on my roof
Satyrs dance with cloven hoof
Reveling in youth

Digital Divide

This digital age
Unites, informs yet divides
Leaves no room for soul