#393. a last walk

September 26, 2010

a last walk with the hound
across the footbridge steps
echo raw roar of the sea
gentle hush flower fields
scent the chill autumn
evening comes lights
the sky and instant
future once now
knowing peace
thru storms
as we hold
on course

#310. mom

July 1, 2010

remember your
eyes gentle tender
brown flashing
dark with passion
i always knew you cared

laugh curling
red with petals
of flame
gentle sparkler
aware ruby
focused light
no dark disguise
will diffuse
the trickster
who once a stranger
now knows me
and laughs

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