Diplomats
Another cocktail.
Dry smiles and banalities
That drinks don't dispel
Workaholic Boss
Ignorant of his illness,
His joy in his malady
Now sickens us all.
My Children
Adults in the world,
At ease with life and themselves
Mine just a moment.
Ex-Wife
Now a bit player,
Stern monther of four princes,
I never knew her.
Winter Burial
Gray river, black trees,
Snow-speckled clods devour her
Icy as my grief.
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