The deepest truth lay undiscovered
in the buried words
Like unfound gold existing only
on a pirate’s map
True value in the search required
to seek and grasp
Each phrase a burrowing pen
digs into the readers mine
Fortune concealing veins of discovery
long covered and unknown
Ink running free as the shaft leads inward
—anticipation karat pure
(Watching “Hemingway #2: April, 2021)
Zero Degrees Certitude
Where you go…
where you’ve been
One port of entry
leads within
Its grand canal
flows North and South
Meridian deep
—to anchor doubt
(The New Room: April, 2021)
Leaving Tomorrow
Running toward my yesterdays,
the future in pursuit
The loosest ends when left undone
—the past my guilt recruits
(Dreamsleep: April, 2021)