When I look over
my shoulder
all I see is a star
shining through
a dark hole
and hear a strange sound
like wind crying out
through the trees
or the creaking
of limbs
a dark shape
passing over the moon
like an omen
of a mad woman
I once knew
a ghost ship
spreading her legs
like a cross
arms reaching out
her name lost
to my memory
something that sounds
much like my doom.

we were poor
but not deluded

and when
van morrisson's
"brown eyed girl"
comes on the radio on
that worn
old
brown rug
my brother and I
started tapping our feet
shaking our heads
to the music and
our sisters are smiling
at us and
our mother is laughing
at us

and all we needed was
laughter and love
a prayer and a song

turn up the radio

I am so Grateful , for each and everyone of You.

For each and everyone of You have touch My life.

Through Your Beautiful words and Poems also.

I have been so very Blessed by each of You too.

I see that each of Your hearts are as big as Texas.

I just want each of You to know that You are Great.

I am so thankful that You for Your beautiful Poems.

They have touched many life, this I am sure of too.

You are all very special and have hearts of gold too.

We here are family and I just want to thank you.

the poems in my
heart are still a home for all
the angels I've loved

7:13 PM
9/8/19

Watching celestial
syzygy
drinking my glass of lilt
Coins in my pocket
Still feeling innocent

Love does not have to
be perfect, it only has
to be shared with you

8:28 PM
9/8/19

The Hostas
are flowering
well
this year
don't always do