Slates

As a new decade dawns,I scrub these slates cleanor as clean as they’ll get,stubborn stains clinging cruel; I have to be gentle,so as not to break thembut I refuse to discard themlike some heartless fool. Our slate is most difficultbecause I somberly findtraces of you inhard-to-reach places The notes of a song;the hues of aContinue reading “Slates”

Mosaic

Down by the banks of my childhood river are the rocks and the shells, the shrapnel of old; If I let you in, let you see my mosaic, I fear I’m too much of a thing to behold. So tides turn and billow like seasons of soul; mistakes yield to lessons like sand to theContinue reading “Mosaic”