When I asked in trepidation
and waited for another answer
you only glanced at me
so now we both know
and soon must admit it Continue reading
Category Archives: Poetry
Flying
“You don’t look a day older,”
he glows amiably.
Which is true.
I have a youthful face.
And being a sport,
I respond in kind. Continue reading
Bread a Loan
those who are better business men
than I
offered a price
4 my country
they called it by a longer word
than sold Continue reading
Blackbirds
There were several of us together
standing on the street corner waiting
yes, several, seven at least
and all red-winged blackbirds
All marked from birth with the blood
but still young and feather proud. Continue reading
A Small Room
little lady
sitting on a park bench
small straw purse
clutched against her side
staring through weary eyes
at the life
around Continue reading