Nature—Lord of everything
its blizzards and its droughts
Talking back to a hurricane,
you whisper as it shouts
Your treasured possessions lie in wait
for floods to take away
That rumble heard beneath your feet
to swallow as you pray
Those things you grow and seeds you plant,
the locust comes to claim
As tidal waves begin to form
—you powerless to blame
(The New Room: November, 2021)
Desert Of Youth
“Nip and tuck” her surgeon says,
crow’s feet on the run
Tighter skin on feathered whims,
botox zero-sum
An ageless wonder creaks inside,
bones preserve the tale
And when she smiles her lips on fire
—wanton to regale
(The New Room: December, 2021)