Sadie’s Salad Sadie was a lady, She was prettier than most, Always a quiet, modest girl, She never liked to boast,

In these four corners I can say Everything that I feel About the world, my life, or Things both fictional and real. In these four corners I can speak

An egret, old as time itself, He found a fisherman. Bent low with age and care he was, Over his livelihood. The egret, proud, but lonely, came

Love is like a shadow that comes c… Wistfully through the last shreds… That cling to the pale morning. It finds you when you thought you… When you are vulnerable and expose…

A guitar strums a string Gelato rainbows glistening Rain in Lincoln square Pigeons on the wing Passerby’s are listening

Crumpled up paper and bits of old… Half finished drawings and moth-ea… Aged, faded photos; mismatched, ta… Too small or large shoes all lined… Trinkets stuffed haphazardly into…

Looking out across the shore, The sandy seaside strand, One can hope to see no more Than shades of distant lands. For hope is dim as dawning light

I made love to an angel Last night. True, She was Formless, immaterial, But I tried my best to please Her. Or him, I do wonder?

She said she was a lion Said her claws’ll make me cryin’ I said no thanks, you’re too wild She said she’s giving me a child She said she was a snake