Sure words crisp photo
are lost in still translation...

I know where all the time goes
though twenty years sped by in a flash...

Two shadows lurk on moonlit deck
as Halsey is reuniting the fleet...

Finca Magdalena grown
beans roasted fresh pick'd...

I grow wary of quack leaders
whose only contribution...

There are shavings and
dust and laughter...

Most poignant:
my frustrated blast...

The boughs droop low;
even the tree is overcome with sadness...

The Idolatry of War
(or, the common burden...

There are times I feel my life has
gone upside down for no reason...

Mid July summer is sad
less than half left...

The first attempt
may be random...