Sometimes money isn’t enough,
the wheat rejects the chaff
Wealth attained by winnowing gain,
the scarecrow only laughs
Sometimes money isn’t enough,
the numbers rise and fall
Interest accrues as attrition renews
—the richest count forestalled
(Valley Forge: November, 2020)
Preying Within
Detached from my consciousness,
the monster attacked
Feasting first on my memory,
the front then the back
Now living inside me,
all day turns to night
Connection—rejection,
devouring the light
(Radnor Pennsylvania: November, 2020)