Once was a time
I was young enough,
to know and feel the truth
But the years laid claim
to my memory,
and the seeds to every fruit
Today is but folly,
tomorrow a fool,
the past like fine wine ages true
Where a nightingale sings
in my dreams unrestrained
—that song of myself ever new
(The New Room: November, 2020)
Final Call
Punching in the numbers
on the celestial dial tone
Eternity became toll free
—its area code my own
(Dreamsleep: November, 2020)
Road Kill
Death failed to show up for work one day,
the clock remained unpunched
Hospital’s waiting, graveyards on call,
all coroner’s out to lunch
Death took a holiday without checking in,
the pecking order stunned
Like a deer on the highway, all headlights turned off
—awaiting what’s to come
(Dreamsleep: November, 2020)