she pencil thin moments pack a present peace no stern feelings
yet regard for something lean a miracle of groupings right off the
starboard bow and hear the most fine tuning will get to her somehow in borrowed embargo a bless-ed vow-
to lift the grip regretted strife to widen hugs as thoughts decide someway to shift so sweet survive I will not blame your milk white
Pride
perchance a dance a sweet amour would welcome you so soon
the shore you much adore a wealth of health a fisher fly across the coast where boats
boast of the tide
around the bluffs near lies today the grasses long in languid sway
there in the pockets of the banks then starlings nest as out to sea
the daring tanks aloud I whisper off the pier come back to me
I’ll harbor you my dear.