Tromping
through woods...
On the cold mountain of my imagination your past...
we started marriage on the ashes of your last...
Absurdist beliefs completely
dominate every feeling...
Picasso paid his dues
by painting in the blues...
Give me the news like
I take whiskey and coffee...
Happiness is like wood shavings
from dross in sculpting...
Trees that dot the landscape
prove that men may die alone...
Reflection is only natural
when you have no expectation...
From car on the bridge
ringing on the creek below...
Child, you'll see future
events not meant for my eyes...
Becky, how shall I remember you?
With red Irish roses behind you, climbing...
Even sharpest minds
dread the time senior moments...