How many times do we look askance
afraid to peel the onion layered fears of chance.
but to our amazement -
the stiff skin begins to wrinkle,
...
Not a poem of Shakespeare, St. Joan, or Bach?
Only life the little, or the not?
...
- the juiciest center of a rare fruit,
luscious, sweet, enjoyable.
- the pinch cool wind of a winter sled ride,
...