The dread creeps into consciousness
sparked by failure to remember...

My wife tears into her mango with great pleasure
as juice runs down her chin, wiped before...

We grounded ships on Pythian beach
then trekked high up to the Seer's lair...

Sandbag your heart
keep your distance...

The shadow slithers
in the darkness...

She told me
“I will wear flowers...

The rougher side
of the towel...

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

Professionals all
fifty years past private school...

It lies beached and eroded
steel decking sags in exhaustion...

Roses bearing thorns
alluring despite the risks...

Underneath the sidewalk we cannot see
beneath the concrete is a mystery...