the well worn

the well worn edges
of experience and time
add beauty gentle
and rhythm
sublime.

community

different faces
separate places
miles apart
in one heart.

together

we fall we rise
we reach for the prize
we win we lose
sometimes we
cannot choose
together as one
we will get it all
done!

heart open

an open heart can never be
silenced

spoons

in your embrace
the safest place.

the rubber and the road

when faced with dangers old and
new
when our realities seems to have
a face,
subdued
when we suddenly appreciate
what we have "voluntarily" lost
when we wish we could go back
but at what cost.
when the rubber meets the road
the pigeon knows
to keep going forward
as hope slowly grows

goggles

little goggles pretty and young
looks about
at all that he has done
wondering what else
there is to do,
as goggles greets the
day,
brand new.