I often wonder why
that homeless woman...
Daisies and Blue Jeans
frolicking in the garden...
Resplendent Once More
The trees have had...
It was an explosion
of agitating nerves...
Lips cannot
touch liquid forgiveness...
I've been skipping the sidewalks
of my latter poems...
Hand inside the honey jar
Face deep in the dirt...
A seraph, perched
Atop an opaline moon...
It was a gradual unfolding,
the listless dimming of love...
You
are the savior...
This poem is a CHILDREN'S POEM ... inspired from a...
The Heart Will Always See...
I've watched the old lady over the years,
where she was once young, stood proud and tall...