Reminded by my
Doctor what
I did before blogs
Tag: Lunes
Bad Trip
Boredom is ever
Portable
We bring it with us
The Words
Had I but the words
You would know
Why I can’t find them
The End of Summer
The Fall came at last
Days got cold
You even colder
Car Washer
Sun, sweat and labor
Each detail
Done as if his own
Sold
The real sale occurs
When buyers
Don’t know there’s a sale
Bedtime Story
No time more precious
I have known
Reading or hearing
Caritas (Charity)
Quietly serving
Where no one
Sees to write copy
Boredom
Tomb of living gray
Tears, inert
Futile inaction