"Silver"
Silver threads and Silver laughs
and Silver is my day;
Silver moon a shining star -
Stardust caught in a cloud;
Someday soon the world will sigh,
and Cease her layered wanderings;
Someday when the when does come,
This woman's wonderings will still - silent.
"Sounds"
Crunching gravel -
river-washed rocks
poured, heaped into desert -
Riled, refuse to crush
or fill the sand,
Waving and slipping
under booted weight -
Defiant, to the end.
"Culture, Retrospect, Circumspect"
That sheer of newness,
that grimy coat that blinds,
it covers all the horror
with papery faith in kin -
We were the same, once,
you and I,
till seasons drew away
and love lost all her battles,
and memory left her side.
