Blunt

A jackpot of tea party

The best job offer

For a stolen poem

The first steps of a first born

The tears after the fall

For a stolen poem

The courage to dance blind

The fishermen’s patience

For a stolen poem

Any body parts

Plus a bouquet of irises

For a stolen poem

A unifying theorem that works

The remains of dismantled quarks

For a stolen poem

Our blunt lover’s seeds

In our open palms

For a stolen poem

On a clear day

I am a living bridge

over the Forever

The river that follow flowers

from Lake Pure to the Sea of Love

On one end I touch the rocky Neverland

underneath my apron is a shelter

for the homeless reader

My other arm touches the wetlands of Plenty

Under me await a barge

that lulls new lovers

From my post I can flag

the bird of liberature

for a ride in the air

On a clear day

you can see the night

Here life thrives unabridged

All passes and all returns

on one side or another

of whatever the arches care to teach

From a ridge or a beach

all will smile to you

when on a clear day

like me you see all

the way to tomorrow

Drawn

Meticulously

Courageously

Playfully

Painfully

Hardly

I drew like a child

the letters of my name

the first

not the last

The lines showed hesitation

The shapes were amusing

The arrangement thrived

in approximation

And I had forgotten all of my worries

all the words that came before

all those to follow tomorrow

Meticulously

Courageously

Playfully

Painfully

Hardly

I drew one last time

the letters of my name

the first

not the last

As would do the elderly

I became