written 1998
Cicadas Singing in synchronization As if the Tree branches Were strings of a mammoth
What’s going on? Instead of better It’s turning wrong. It’s every day Cain kills Abel, For less than colors
Oh how mighty the mountain Home of clouds, home of thunder Brown and copper Rainbow reds mosaic pattern Beautiful in summer
...She gazed out her window there’… Drifts on the stair. With her nos… Time as a child, oh how she though… Christmas comes to her mind, full… The house is all deckled with tins…
Women warriors laboring over hot o… Boiling their bras in the pots. They are the witches of their own… Dancing to the flute caressing the… Feeling the heat of their lives,
He lies on a pillow of dreamless n… In a bed of damaged feelings. He sleeps in a room of forbidden t… In a house of bungled dealings. He lives in a town of lost hopes,
She tried to paint one of your kin… Intrigued by the art-deco lines of… Homage or art. Kneeling next to y… At how strange a creature you are.… Short and sleek like a dalmatian’s…
The wind on the sea, The bird in the air, The days are long gone From that land fair. Eagles fly high up above,
Promenading mountainous hillsides Cascade beautiful pillow of Fall color. Glorious radiating for reflections… Simultaneously demonstrating dance…
Her beautiful Ballerina She sits and admires Pliait 1,2,1,2 Again
A new day is starting, The summer is parting, It was a time for fun and laughter A time of crying, sadness and deat… But, life goes on, the seasons cha…
Woman who watches Her life from the sidelines Pleasing but empty A tearjerker sometimes— But after the show,
They were lying side by side In the mud, in the foreign mud. Listening to the music Of fire and steel, and jagged stee… With fear squeezing their hearts
Broken hearted dreams, Crying in the night Fool hearted love, Lost within the night Broken dreams
Oh, she wishes that she could fly To hover in the sky. Be close to you, her Lord, Under your caring and powerful eye… Only then would she feel as free a…