Heaven
has no doorbell
Salvation
has no ring
The call redemptive
from inside
Where Angels
— flock to sing
(1st Book Of Prayers: March, 2024)
Distant Hooves
America’s
faded glory
the polo field
reminds
Of years
of fleeting greatness
and hopes that lived
in kind
A child walks
the ball field
where ponies
used to tread
With memories
buried deep below
their grandeur
— all but dead
(The New Room: March, 2024)
Darkness Waits
She whispers in the night
to waiting dreamers
She whispers in the night
where tears have shed
She whispers in the night
to hearts abandoned
She whispers in the night
— and wakes the dead
(Ryszard & I: March, 2024)