Better Than Best (+1)

I didn’t stay young

but I never got old

My cards often weak

when watching you fold

I sailed into weather

the saltiest balked

And bit off big pieces

while walking my talk

I painted with brushes

DaVinci had blessed

And wandered and wondered

 much better than best

I took from my heart

and gave to my soul

The circle expanding

— three halves to my whole

(The New Room: April, 2024)

A Blind Eye

Suffering fools

comes with the territory

— any true writer to know

(Dreamsleep: April, 2024)