She may sail yare
But he’ll never get far
If he’s guided by winds
Instead of the stars
First Kiss
Though it was given freely,
Now I realize I had robbed
But his kiss was more earnest
Than the first day on the job
Springtime
Springtime lies in every season
Even now it hides with reason
To surprise winter in treason
Cotton Clouds
30,000 feet above,
Life isn’t what it seems
Between the moon and cotton clouds
Is where he’s hid his dreams
Blueberry
The sorriest sight
That I can remember:
A ripened blueberry
Unpicked in December
Crooked Smile
Won’t you pause with me a while?
We’ll bandy about
There’s something in your crooked smile
That balances me out
An Ounce of Spring
In each of his smiles,
There’s one ounce of spring
I should like to discover
What summertime brings
Q.R.V.
Jupiter’s shining, Mercury’s rising
The Sun is soaking me
In his golden haze, I could die for days
Sipping dregs of Q.R.V.
Jostle
Something in your voice that day
Breached an inner truce
A hardened writ inside of me
Jostled a little loose
Serendipity (2)
Serendipity
The very word born of the sea
The when of who and what will be
Navigates the North inside of me
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