The road goes ever
On and on … on and on … for
One thousand pages.
(With apologies to Tolkien!)
The road goes ever
On and on … on and on … for
One thousand pages.
(With apologies to Tolkien!)
Across the water,
Returned from the underworld,
move forward again.
(Edit: too many syllables)
Zeno’s paradox,
Creeping to both things dreaded
And things beloved.
Red sunset dying
Against the canal waters;
I continue on.
A man aflame in
The fervor of the divine
Is a burning bush.
Polenta, my polenta.
You don’t go out by yourself.
Friends make you more fun.
Tampa is flooded.
Cars ford inundated streets
Like urban rivers.
The wave crashed at my feet upon the beach,
Leaving nothing but a sodden shadow.
The ocean has gifts for supplicants each,
But none for me, except for a wave’s bow.
What you sow is
What you reap.
Blowing kisses
In your sleep.
(A day late and a dollar short, sorry!)
Me asleep on you.
Longing, I dream tonight of
You asleep on me.