Life comes in waves
The child gets an assist in 'bye-bye'
and manages that marvelous
spontaneous smile
followed by a wondering look
Onto the bus
and a wave from the window
the mother looks to the sky
and morning, and evening
Out on the field
playing at fighting
glance to the sidelines
a special one watches, and waves
Sweep of seasons
reasons and rhymes
and calendar flutter
and wave roots travel unseen
across the stage
now dim, now bright
until all return home
(I'll write when I can)
Wednesday, November 29, 2006
Tuesday, November 21, 2006
A Few More Pounds
This year of time
I felt midrange
In snowless cold
beyond the wires
A few more pounds
from here to there
the mirror doesn't lie
or glance away
Here there be wagons
of childhood red
and ice cream, and you
rest my mind
Come back
as ever
or now
new
I felt midrange
In snowless cold
beyond the wires
A few more pounds
from here to there
the mirror doesn't lie
or glance away
Here there be wagons
of childhood red
and ice cream, and you
rest my mind
Come back
as ever
or now
new
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