I started
to write a poem
about opportunity
being like water
...
The sea is
Terrifyingly beautiful
During a storm.
Keeping cadence
...
A gnarled, leathery hand
tousles salt-and-pepper hair,
then scrapes a three-day stubble.
Uncle O'dell wipes
...
Hunkering animatedly,
a sleek, black '47 Olds
patiently purrs
atop a newly-paved
...
ten
long years march
vapid across the soiled pages
in the dog-eared books
...
Standing together
on a paint-chipped platform
by a weather-scarred station,
they kissed
...
A consummate Southern gentleman, he had
A pleasant easy drawl, so smooth and slow
It tickled your ears and made you smile to hear
Him say, "Hello." My next-door neighbor for
...
I
A round glass bowl holds
Ten little golden sunbursts,
Orange straw flowers.
...