I should not need fear
being grateful for blessings...
"Where is my phone?
I've looked in every room...
Mid July summer is sad
less than half left...
Trust the man whose feet
point just the way he's going...
Tropical rainstorms
over flooded river banks...
Driving downtown a motion
from outside my window...
From the time I held you
for the first ever...
You hear so often:
"this too shall pass."...
Who's the traveler
by whose experiences...
The man
has philandered...
I've thrown three golden apples
squarely in your path...
Inspiration comes
in many forms and spirits...