Bleeding Sore on face
while conversing in public...

It's easy to tell
you have dogs in your back yard...

To soar through your life a-wing
On gold and lace; and to see...

Ocean stone rises:
Fire formed, water blessed...

Cooking again, it pleases me,
Perhaps even more than those...

Loving two ways,
Loving three times...

I am music
my mother is soul...

In dangerous times
of war and terrorism...

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

The Rialto’s too busy to catch your breath
amid hustling tourists clogging the wall...

Wonder at the tallest structures of man
yet understand each disappears from view...

Rain impacts ocean
raising up crownlets but then...