Trailing Clouds
Does not deserving come with birth?Trailing clouds of worthiness, we arrive as innocents. But the child shrinks and slackens, bludgeoned...
Tracks I Leave
The tracks I leave are made of words. Behind me, years of poems show my path in a snowy woods....
Poetry Mural on my Street
Enchanted town, Cobbled corner, Magic is your air Your art, your lake And all your people. Magical Ajijic, Sunset...
I Sing the Mystery
I sing until my heart strengthens and I feel my Gone-befores gather ‘round me. In that moment, I know love...
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