Speak

curious, the assumption
we have things to say.

let us ominously juxtapose:
we are too bored to stay,
too busy to go.

entertain this for a space.
what things have we to say?
truth? as told
by Kennedy or Keats?
laughably i propose
we continue to juxtapose:
speak beauty to power!

no, no--call this unintended consequence
of our ancestors' lofty dreams for what it is.
the educated masses remain illiterate:
despite our many means to say them,
we have no things to say.




october 2013

Salutation

Time cycles on; a grey fall afternoon approaches

several years hence

in which the leaves will carry on the wind

our many current cares forgotten.
  

Live in that crystal time

where the troubles of our many morning horrors

are but stains upon some long-discarded dress.

Disasters come and go; let love, and strength, and grace

remain--let life be sweet, for all the time between

is either sweet, or nothing.

September 2013