As I watched from across the bar,
I could see her pain and emptiness within...

(Stanzas in [] refer to the son and those without...
A noise from downstairs...

I did something that I promised you I would never...
I lied to you, and I'm sorry...

As I walked into the backyard to find my son,
I wondered how I could ever explain it to him...

A poem is like a window
whether clear or color paned...

So cold the eyes
Of her...

Blame the sky for its boundless beauty,
the sun for its shine and daily duty...

As I sat in the sand by the swings
I couldn't help pondering...

As we walked over to the bar
I could feel everyone's eyes following us...

Where the thing resides
is a dark and scary place...

(On the writing of a poetry assignment entitled...
These black tinged tears pitter...

The torn picture stared up at me, smiling.
In the bathroom I threw some water on my face...