Many more years of a life
Sacrificed on the altar of errant choices...

Downy-soft days of my youth
are scattered behind me...

Burdened by the inanities of life,
She wonders when the laughter died...

Oh, Glorious Day! I have arrived
and put my old wings in the attic again...

For years we rasped raw edges
of exposed nerves...

I am the sentinel on the untried path.
I hear the song of all mankind...

Yesterday the first nasturtium blossom of the...
burst forth. A glorious, mind-bending...

Heavy hangs the scent of warm, sweet jasmine
Sun falls slowly into the fire of evening...

Shadows fall 'cross canyons deep
Dregs of day in ghostly garb...

Only a sapling to guard two cold stones
When she first knelt on this hateful hill...

She reminded me
of a lovely orchid corsage...

A path to nowhere
the road most trod...