City Park

01.30.2001

The auburn extension of wooden capillaries thrust wide into the marshmallow blue sky.  Like some chaotic beauty, the oak sits defiant against the stone and pollution of humanity.  Has my perception digressed?  That I might find equal beauty in the symmetry of descending row houses?  Like a child, I sit and witness the eclectic playground of architecture, humbled by the dignity of arbor.

To sit in this park, enveloped by the erected geometry of unnatural edifice, is to love the city. 

Thinking of Snow

12.26.2005

Winter keeps, locked at bay

frozen thoughts for years away

With stiff embrace I'm overwhelmed,

in icy air the memories play

Deep inside, a warm relapse

of childhood and lovers past

Smiling like a forest fire,

warming soul with nostalgic ash

In tight air, I'm drawn inside

not of house, but of the mind

And like a lute I'm strung and struck,

melodic memory plucked in time

A chilly joy with coats and mittens,

in city park the candles glisten

On this bench I remember of old

and old I shall be, thinking of snow

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11.05.2003

Venus was the harvest moon, that indian summer, in fiery swoon

Running into yesterday, those nether fields, for us to claim

Orion could not protest one, Montana sky, we came undone

Sweeter was the August sour, innocence lost, that eternal hour

In the fields like raging seas, in your eyes, emerald green

Pure as hope and soft as clay, we found one, right as rain

No never more and not again, sufficient memory, stored within

Prologue's stitched a bitter thread; each day unravels, inside my head

To love for her I'd gladly die, from her I lived, and never why

With this ash I summon fire, to reclaim, a life expired

In this park I hear the leaves, a requiem, of autumn's thief

Summers passed without remorse, within the earth, I stay my course