Ronald Jones

It is early October.
Late afternoon light silvering the tree tops blowing
on the hillsides all around in mist
rising from somewhere far away...
...

like shells eroded
hewn by Love's Sea
dug deep into beds of
shifting sands these impatient lovers
...

I love you mail girl in the sexy shorts,
Swinging your package up to my porch.

Ah, chica, deliver me a kiss
...

roving mountains of fluffy white clouds
sometimes detach themselves
one from the other EXQUISITELY
...

Donna is magic.
She gives us wings.
We fly, we soar.
We are happy once more.
...

In this world where some people
have turned their backs on beauty,
on the right to human dignity,
on the very breath of life itself,
...

Despite your sorrow, your grief,
your smile stayed sweet
giving warmth as you
maneuvered through the world,
...

...

Unlock the heavy bolts of the prison doors
Free this beauty who was violent only one time
A crime of passion it was
that went too far in the throes of self-preservation
...