A shy clam of a soul

A shy clam of a soul

Give us your under leaf

Let’s be a desert stone

In sun without relief 

But a fern in forest

Without the tree cover

Would struggle to frond if

Exposed in discover

Have we started living

Have we started living

Autumn gravity here

Emptying my pockets 

Time our one souvenir 

There is nothing new had

Is it merely decay

Should you catch me too late

It was all a bouquet 

Underneath this pillow

Underneath this pillow

Nothing done on a dare

Rooflines all lining up

But stories, au contraire 

Many of us struggle

Yesterdays to compare

We author ourselves not

What others have to share 

The two of us in Spain

The two of us in Spain

Phonetically so

Three-sixty weather vane

Where freedom has no no

And in our tango steps

A future friendship made

Our shoelaces cross-tied

And our two hands in braid

We answered each other

We answered each other

A bench lies up ahead

Can we plan tomorrow 

Before we go to bed

Ask again at breakfast

It’s a good place to start

Our hands a sundial

One place and time to chart

Memory push pins push

Memory push pins push

Feelings sidelined at play

Wallflower thoughts are front

And center on display

Cowardliness lions

An uproar is rising

Late for its audience 

Due to compromising 

Children in cages is

Children in cages is

Such a “glorious thing”

Christianity’s Christ

This would not make him king

If you cannot help them

Better to do no harm

Humanity, mothers

Fathers, sound the alarm

It is not one but none

It is not one but none

Medusa’s head of snakes

Miracle mirages

At war with such high stakes 

If we follow fables

What else will we believe

Surrendering power

To someone who can weave

Peace is not standing stll

Peace is not standing still

It is not in one place

It moves after resolve

Critical thinking grace

Scoop the clouds from the sky

South Ferry, Central Park

Joy is exuberance 

Bursts of light in the dark

Flooded with drowning words

Flooded with drowning words

Our sentences broken

Not worth saving them our

Thoughts have changed since spoken

Vanishing epithet

Disappearing ink scroll

No longer on highways

Where we have to pay toll

Out of the populace

Out of the populace

A confluence forming

Marked with the obvious

Of a darkness storming

Is there an audience

Apparently that’s so

And how far is too far

Will anyone say no

The near naked trees stand

The near naked trees stand

Across the flatter west

As evergreens ever

Brooches on autumn’s best

Water towers looking

Like spaceships have landed

The road stretching onwards

White dashed and gold banded

Breaking my own heart with

Breaking my own heart with

Puzzles missing pieces

Nighttime skies with lost stars

Never signing leases

Concentrating on moon

And our feelings of here

Forgiving the future

Before it grows more near