I have my heart from when a child,
I keep it on a shelf...

Caught in cobwebs of the past
consuming heart, mind, and vision...

And I sit alone, writing
poems, stories, thoughts, & wanderings...

Aquarium apartment
face against the window glass...

\'What you are witnessing is real.....
transmits up to 3000 feet...

It was the dawn of another summer,
I sat on the porch...

So
many years gone by, so quickly, so many changes...

It's the last poem of the year,
drifting lazily from my mind...

Each day my shadow
thinner and less dark where it falls...

PROVERB VIII
There are...

PROVERB I
Attach oneself not...

Black bone trees shiver
emptiness blows on the wind...