There is always a middle to a tootsie roll
and a break in the road as to pay a toll...

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

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

A straggler hanging
from its naked limbs, golden and brown...

He handed out the poetry assignment and against my...
I read across the top the page "These are the...

When you left
angels wept...

A mother is a miracle
of the best and greatest kind...

If these words do but one thing,
let them leap from the page...

They say that a life barren of that which makes us...
(of experience of course I speak), is one not...

In the shadow it stood perched on a wall,
atop the barren courtyard...

When you place those words upon a sheet
of paper and you hear the beat...

Where the suns gleam doth but graze
the subtle crest of the broken waves...