WAITING MOMENTS

The alley weary brick lined its surface scarred the aroma of dampness lingering waits expectantly for its fraction of sunlight   never enough to heal the sordid lingering air like sidewalks wide streets or parks where children play   the alley is the center between buildings holding out for a few angled moments    

WITHIN REACH

A gift of words is the magic the key opening clouds   healing holds the temperature of the room diamonds rise as leaves fall   a newness provides the power like rivers   broken stars mend   what was lost resurfaces   the moon glazes onto meadows with smoothness