Memory

Again and again, this weathered

Barely discernible face

On a blackened cliff.

A Matter of Antigravity

Hypothetical absolute

Glittering absence

Of attraction, leading us

To a sobriety

That will not go away.

Something on Your Mind?

—for Conrad DiDiodato

Some say running frees the mind from worry—

The more you run, the less you mind.

So run if you must but don’t hurry things—

Soon, too soon you’ll find yourself with nothing

Running through your mind.

NB: Do not misunderstand me--Conrad is a thinking man's runner: One who never runs out of thoughts.

Worry Beads 1, Rat Race 2

Some out-of-the-box thinking

Greek once told me

With each click,

You’ll find one less

Clack to worry about—

So what’s this string

Of boxcars doing still

Racing down the track?

Untitled (2)

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

seed pods bur sting

in cemeteries

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

something’s definitely underfoot, silent

little green things are forcing

their way up through

unsuspecting earth.