Today I dawdle along my old familiar paths
Pausing to take in all that has changed
And all that is yet as it used to be
Reaching out, I can almost touch the moments
They whisper out from between the bricks
From cracks in the mortar Continue reading “Alma Mater”
Month: October 2019
Wasted?
In the middle of wasted moments,
glistening with promise
until that empty *pop*
In the presence of uncertain ends
sticking out in all directions
and the tangled coils of even-less-certain means
Into the mess of all my playthings
— You Breathe —
And Your Breath is
Greetings to a New Routine
You and I are hardly acquainted,
But I think I like you! Continue reading “Greetings to a New Routine”
