the feeling when you
  s
    t
      u
        m
          ble
                 somewhere
                          you
     shouldn't, sweet-gum
                  letters
          gathered for a solitary
        rendezvous
                        then casual
              destruction
                             glimpsed from                                                                                                                    afar

everyone wants the shoes to
fit, but
    I've worn those and
                          many others in my time
and the heels always
blister

Shrieking birds
front porch disturbance
lilac springtime
much does depend
on
reconciliation
this sunny
morning.

When I die
I would like to hold
a poppy in my hand
it's beautiful red colour
will shine out
as a beacon to me
i know it is flower
and this I should not demand
but when I die
you must understand
that is all people will see
red soft petals
That is really me so when I die
Place poppy
in my hand

How is it, in this lif E
That you know you have met a fr I end
In all L ife's strife,  you know you hav E met a fri E nd
someone to talk with who will not dema N d
Regards Paul

early infestation of
miller-moths
lost cell phone
roughing the day's
smooth path
advice says these
are opportunities for
deepening
perhaps rough inside
of smooth
question for
tuesday