From the time I held you
for the first ever...

Roses for your girl
but when you are long married...

All around me,
separated four or five to a pen...

Old Glory is smartly marched down the aisle
when the opening ceremonies start...

From world travels we two have made
I sift through pictures of our life...

However often I recycle the screen
it takes me nowhere except the same...

Eyes will be windows
to the soul unless you are...

Going Out to Play In the World
(an autistic journey...

Always running
away from myself...

Waves crest ahead, low and sullen,
but past the breakers the turbulent sea...

In times of need
your friends will feed...

Traffic light cycled
no one moved yet no one honked...