...

With you
every year is magic and wonder...

And I sit alone, writing
poems, stories, thoughts, & wanderings...

Shabby clothes just a well worn skin,
autumn sunset bathes the dead cornfield...

Somewhere in the desert
of New Mexico, an old man...

I'm still waiting, reaching out,
don't say you can never be mine...

Bellies smacking
rapid fire staccato...

It's the last poem of the year,
drifting lazily from my mind...

Once there was a time.........
Once there was a child...

It was the dawn of another summer,
I sat on the porch...

What you\'re afraid of
is this...

Aquarium apartment
face against the window glass...