I grow wary of quack leaders
whose only contribution...

Fifty summers spent in shade and sun
boating down rivers from ancient leas...

Where have they come from
these scars cross hatching my hands...

Travel the back roads of America,
find yourself on a two-lane highway...

He lies most peaceful
who leaves this earth in knowledge...

Sure words crisp photo
are lost in still translation...

Most poignant:
my frustrated blast...

Creatures that come in the night
don't sparkle like Edward...

The first attempt
may be random...

Cool
humble...

Finca Magdalena grown
beans roasted fresh pick'd...

The lamest of ducks
can inflict a nasty wound...