Unstoppable
Unstoppable, that edge where dark meets light. In the dusk of my life, cresting curves engulf. Can incantations face such...
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...
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