He is not helping
anyone so I figure...

Sitting quietly at Meyer Park
on the banks of Cypress Creek...

I’m driving while late
and it seems to me I’ll be...

My child of rage, though desperate,
is tired of running in her shoes of glass...

Child comes racing home
unzipping as he enters...

Ahead of due time
hope ever to catch up to...

Part I - Defiant
My generation is known for our obsessing...

Soft here,
tastes of...

If we stroll along a beach made of umber sand
casting sand dollars back into the ebbing tide...

Living two blocks from
Jesuit church you cannot...

Fam’lies in the Park
together - playing - grilling...

She told me
“I will wear flowers...