This One Idea

Do good things come to those who wait?Or do they waste their daysAnd months and years in wishingFor the slightest of displays That what they hope for might come true?It’s hard to make a rule —That one could then encapsulateTo teach at home or school. But this — this one idea I haveAnd you helped … Continue reading "This One Idea"

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time turns our favorite somethings to nothings

Arthur Deco

I had a friend, Art Deco, And he had his design That people once embraced, but now To history consign It's hard to see your friends go down To absence, or neglect -- But he's still cool, Art Deco, The last time that I checked

To Bridge Across

To bridge across an empty space They made the wood and metal one; In years before the years before The living business still got done — The dying business, too. We know And yet we don’t, although it’s clear We’re only where we are for those Whose lives and deeds had disappeared A while before … Continue reading "To Bridge Across"

Giants

I was the young one, They were the giants; Laughing across dinner tables, Looking down at me through Glowing wrinkled faces; I was a marvel to them, they said, And I believed them, All my superpowers on display, As off I went on still Another adventure. Now I am The old one, Looking out at … Continue reading "Giants"

Seasons

In spring, you feel the newness of it all. Each feeling is a flower, fresh, unique; Like love or loneliness, each one is pure, And beauty of discovery hangs round The edges of the garden path that leads To who you want to be and where and how — In spring, you feel the newness … Continue reading "Seasons"

forgotten

a love a business long forgotten many tables many lips the world is made of failure and the landscape of arrangements few will see and even sooner lost forgotten

The Grove

I woke. My people turned to trees. Then wondered, if I had the chance Could I, too, with the cold winds learn   to dance?   It is the grove that gives us life. The sun, the soil that we share, The tears of those who watch o’erhead,   their left-by mulch, subconsciously aware — … Continue reading "The Grove"