WALKING THROUGH

The streets are me broken chains of thought in the company of whistles and horns a subway below sidewalks of people fishing for space between crosswalks while a guitar and sax play songs for quarters and dimes all beneath a sun and clouds forming shade and shadows as the engine is motion   Advertisements

THE NEEDLES EYE

The last blessing the settling of forms the shadows over a life put in order   truth hidden in stones deposited slowly into the heart   rivers absent of motion become power lost   thin paths test the feet of the brave   at the end everyone witnesses the valley of their birth.

CUTTING A PATH

Sailing ships full sails sliding through blue and green waves divide into exhaustion song of wind never the same strong hands mast the desire of motion angles break apart clouds add fuel the earth turns under the surface rope and wood fuel and fury heaven moves aside angels applaud