For What?

He raised his sessile butt…


For what?

Just his blue-face, no breath, last collapse.

To A Baby Horse Withdrawn

She was born of the new spring chill


Energized, new life tide;


My very dream personified.





I cried.





She nursed on wobbly legs,


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New Life

A whole orange,


abed in garden soil,

Decaying into a new orange tree.

Satisfaction

Move to me.


Move with me;

Ahh, ahh, spill, spill, spill.

Thunder Drum Delights

My thunder-drum delights


diminish now;

fading in lost youth echoes.

Ah, The Night

Ah, the night by candlelight,


Ah, the night by stars.


Neither light burns all that bright,


Just enough to sear my scars.