Am I alike a yoyo?
if so - the axle is my heart...

Tactility is nearly lost; exploring this wall
this plain white wall where hangers once pierced...

A sycamore tree, stands broad and alone upon a...
spring ochre leaves fall upon lush verdure...

Recent months we have seen
A very different Grandma...

Shall I exalt your grace as seasons bring?
In winter; you're a frosty glazed escape...

This grief is told of yonder meadows green
how far - as they appear from crater deep...

If I warbled alike a dove
and fluted - tunes of love...

I write of grievance to the Reaper's will;
Who'll take me nether, just tho' it will be...

Near the wavey waltz of beach
above are Gulls flocking by...

Those dreams of mine;
Shape shift and twine...

My spirit fuses with the ether;
Subtle life force currents...

It is lonely over here
in a corner dim, with the bar a-brim...