Monday, December 7, 2020

Always



Sometimes the smell of the wet pavement

Sometimes decaying leaves mix with fossil fumes

Sometimes the hum of the earth is all that is spoken

Sometimes doing everything while accomplishing nothing 


Tuesday, December 1, 2020

There Is More To This Life


 A child of the sixties and a child almost sixty

Observation over participation...a lonely affair

Demanding distance in cultural climaxes

Entangled in the fringe of unconditional surrender