fountain pens and ink wells,
memories recalled in dreams,
cameras and typewriters,
tea cups and porcelain creamers,
old friendships revisited,
rusty tractors in corn fields,
clay pots of ancient ferns
and aromatic cigar boxes
Lovely Aged Things
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A Transformation
she is profoundly changed—
right through her tender marrow
Lately (In Images)
Her Thoughts
stacked
and waiting
in a mental cue—
one, melting into another,
morphing,
molting—
parchment paper
scraps of memories
Surrounding
fog
and ferns
and seashells
with worn ridges–
spiraling thoughts,
and the steam
from a cup of hot tea
The Tulip
the tulip on the table,
with its long elegant stem,
beckoned me—
ever so earnestly
Watching
you were watching me
and i was watching you
Beside the POint
everything seems beside the point,
but i don’t know what the point is
Fairy Wings
I studied the seedpods,
thinking all the while
how much they looked
like fairy wings hung to dry
Happiness
the sun of early spring
lifts our spirits—
the possibility of happiness within reach
