We only catch what we hold;
The rest slithers through, is lost...

Rise, Aura, o'er the horizon;
Guide my steed with sinuous limbs...

Delight spread over
her face as she asked the boy...

Brits have power to create
Elemental forces when they go...

My first wife tamed me
second domesticated...

Sending her off, tears stain her blouse
After coursing down cheeks no longer...

Go
goodbye...

If I can fasten myself to the main mast,
Bound solely by focused attention...

She cannot work until the world sleeps
with doors locked, windows shuttered...

Looking back to now
I failed to See the beauty...

Rat finds snow veiled corn
never saw or heard death’s owl...

Why do I work in a profession
Where my clients need to be babied...