my little poems - what shall we do
how to market my soul, my love - the grace given
away like life. in my twenties a little chat book
would've been nice - a poem in the corner of a magazine
selling the latest scents or the heavy thoughts
of liners of the eye - the very gateway
in my thirties: a nice academic literary bound
parchment with a nice foreword by a contemporary
in my forties: an online downloadable compilation
. . . . .easily read on kindle or nook - forgotten bits
as the night continues and i reread my soul
i have thoughts of:
. . . . . . . . . forgiveness and growth
. . . . . . . . . . . of age - of children - of peace
. . . . . . . . . . . . . of the score of years passed w/u
and the decades forward
vibrations raised
ticking