Down Broadway in Galveston
there is 18th street
if you turn right
for a few blocks
...
The seasons of life
seem to pass endlessly
winter to spring
summer to fall.
...
a warm July afternoon
a German biergarten
open café
a simple beer
...
She had her baby tonight
this blonde beauty
who once rode proudly
with her Dad
...
are spent with you naked
floating aimlessly
your legs entwined
beautifully
...
Teach College English at Northeastern Oklahoma A&M College)
Time
There are sounds I hear
but they’re not clear
they are distant
so distant
in the air
they are constant
I want
to hear
them now.
They fade and fade
into the night
a distant memory
in their flight
but I want to hear
I want to hear
them now.
Times a memory
in my mind
it fades so distant
I can’t find the who
or where or what or when
It slips somehow.
Yet time is time
and I can’t hear it now.