The poetic muse doesn’t strike me often, but …
Reluctant guest in urban ghetto
The sky, greyed with storm clouds, hid the motions of the rain person.
Isaac Newton, how did you rest-when you discovered that absolute time and place were lost?"
Impossible to hold, impossible to ignore
What God wills, will be. Where there's a will, there's a way.
You get what you deserve Anthem of the successful
Two thoughts wide The universe spanned Checkerboard strips across nature's miracle
I always liked Stephen Stills song, "4 and 20 Years Ago." Now I have, maybe, 4 and 20 years before I go.
“Leave the GPS in the SUV” I tell my grandson We stroll down the old road, abandoned two score years Since the floods of Agnes’ wrath broke its path Slowly reclaimed by nature. “Don’t you…