Perfect moments come unannounced.
They are unearned and have nothing to do with me.
But I am here to see them for what they are,
and for this I am grateful.
Tag Archives: poetry
A lot of people follow
Quite far in that dream
Pane of glass
Fly on one side
Spider on the other
That bird love goes out from God
So light and alive!
Following the leaf
Down
and
across the ground
Maybe fall is all
We’re called to do
Our friend on chess
In other games you win points or money
but here you just lose pieces
The writer devolves
Scratchings
Clawings
The bore
Death goes on and on,
blabbing about his adventures
How a tragedy unfolds
Like light off a river
through the beams of a bridge
