Silver and clear-green
Luxury
Shy in high estate
Tag: Lunes
Zeno’s Phobia
They will come for us
From outside
Just call them Xenos
But they won’t get here
Never more
Than halfway at best
To share is human:
Bed & Breakfast Scenes
They arrive tired
He and she
Trying one last time
What was a comfort
Heavy looms
Without illusions
Still they may find love
Seekers can
In old charm and style
To share is human:
Alienation
The laughter next door
As distant
As tears in Greenland
To share is human:
Empty Next
I can’t hear my guide
So loud as
The past still echoes
To share is human:
The Radiant One
Pure fascination
She burns you
While you sit looking
To share is human:
Late March
In burgeoning hope
The Spring comes
To Winter’s lost souls
To share is human:
Pecan Farms
Canopy of green
Covers me
Through the lush country
Down dirts roads I go
To see a
Living made of life
Thanking God for what
Humans think
Their labor has produced
