Is a poem ever really done,
can the last word not begin
The Angels voting lines impearled
each phrase into a hymn
Is a poem ever given back,
to whom the words behold
Each letter turned into a string
—a harp of heaven’s gold
(Dreamsleep: March, 2020)
The Burn
If you’re not willing to fight the fire
—you’re entitled to the flames
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2017)