Left To Spew (+2)

A heartbeat beyond perception,

the verse becomes alive

Its arrow fixed, its prey in sight,

—new truth to hunt old lies

As light grows scarce, it draws its bow,

with aim both clear and true

To strike deceptions middle eye,

—the devil left to spew

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)

Winning So

I play the highway one on one,

the miles referee

And chase my spirit’s center line,

direction up to me

The wind to fire the starting gun,

with rules set long ago

All past and future curbside bound,

—this moment winning so

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)

Dogwood Goodbye

Deep in the woods I buried a flower

Far below the leaves and scattered bark

And planted a wish that Spring might grant me

Fearing by May all would be dark

Through the snow of a fading winter

A twisted sprig broke toward the sky

Carved on its trunk were tiny letters…

“The gate’s now open—your time to fly”

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)