MY FRIENDSHIP LIVES The changing canvas outside my windowExhilarates my mind’s eye with a golden realityMy nineteenth year is reflective of time in a commemorative screenThe not so wild hummingbird requests A change of venue as an impudent childBanging on a high chair as a reminder for a juice refillI know the warmth of the sun is demanding the shade to cool a drink of meadI will respond with myrrh and the secret communication will be buried as a fluke of nature’s evolutionShe always finds a way to say “Hello, I’m still here! Those cardinals may be expressive but ‘lo a hummingbird! “‘Lest the mundane time recorded script deems insane volumes,My whirring wings speak love and reality softer and more gently than quotes of forgotten lore!‘Ah, another changing canvas!

THE DAY AMERICA WAS TORN DOWN

“My country ‘Tis of thee. . . Land of liberty. . . “ A proud land of proud boys and militant children disguised as soldiers Stunted Juveniles of warped golden values. A land of muddy spacious torrential sins Where escapism is tinged with internet fantasies. Anything you want can be had for a price, The …

December 4, 1994 – December 4, 2020

A day or a year or Twenty six years passed. Have you really changed? Are you as different inwardly as outwardly? I am the same but with additives. I see the sun, the flowers, the trees and the Many Wonders of God’s sweet earth and the universe beyond. I also see the clouds of a …