Dream Meeting

Grief, that weathered sidekick,
turns back to look through bleary eyes.

Then tugs my leather wristband
with her strong and hungry fingers

as we walk, talk and
struggle along these ragged

sidewalks. Concrete cracked,
ravaged rough and weary
by roots of birch, oak and loss.

And through the leaves above
we spy the silken silvery moon;

she shines pure grace and mercy
upon our scuffed stumbling boots.

Hovering Over Coffee

a warm Autumn afternoon,

when one hummingbird
sizzling, flits across 

the Starbucks' parking

lot, flirts with everything before
it first tastes then guzzles
an orange blossom

all the while hovering over hot
concrete like cupid in disguise--

and, for just a moment I am
in this breeze swimming
with enchanted eyes

through classic rock songs swirling

into a Sea of Love
and must hear your answer

now--

Hey..hey baby

I wanna know
if you'll be be my girl?

Question Over Coffee

a warm Autumn afternoon,

when one hummingbird
sizzling, flits across
the Starbucks' parking

lot, flirts with everything before
it tastes
an orange blossom

hovering over concrete,

and, for just a moment I am
in this breeze swimming

through classic rock
songs into a Sea of Love
and must know--

Hey..hey, baby, will you
be my gal?