On a barstool
somewhere
in a lost America
with a stranger
who calls me friend
All options
dwindling
my fate in his hands
—and nearly at the end
(Choteau Montana: Ranger Jacks Bar, August 2004)
On My Sleeve
I know more things
than I can tell
The water deep
within my well
I wish for more
than hope can stand
Obeying Thee
—my heart commands
(From \'The Book Of Prayers\': August, 2020)
The Threshold
My door is made of solid bronze
but doesn’t have a lock
Patina’d with the stain of blood
from all the battles fought
It swings upon a rusted hinge
and creaks when open wide
To welcome back the future-past
the present safe inside
(Bryn Mawr Pennsylvania: August, 2020)
The Devil\'s Ear
Cheating death…
the myth we tell
—when life seems all the more
(Villanova University: August, 2020)