In a uniform as elegantAs a guard at Buckingham PalaceBlack bird stands watchOver a rice field—standsReady waiting for An errant insect to pass his Fenced boundariesSentinel top An overgrown fencepost

The door is closed on the pastWe cannot enter and seeWho once lived inside this room.There remains no memory.Who turned this china knob?Who opened this inner doorway?Who dreamed a dream behind this door?Who wished for a better day?Who hoped for a future bright inside?Who painted brickwork gray?Who left and never again came back?Who gave up... Continue Reading →

Friendship like hydrangea bloomsWell in shady places Where a bit of evening sun and morning lightTouch it.With the right soil its petals are pink,But time and changing soil Shift its color paler or change it to purpleOr sky blue.Changing soils affect friendship tooBut make it no less beautiful—changes onlyLike hair dye changes brunettes to redheadsOr blonds, Not the... Continue Reading →