there is a Violin playing and feet tapping
all the way over the waters
America is awaking their Orchestra, s
and the sound carries clear across the ocean

Accumulated
old letters upon my desk
some are bittersweet.

-M.H.-

I could have learned to play the Harp
into forever and a day
instead I learned to sing into the morning
and leave tomorrow for another time

spend spend spend
unforgiving politics
Christian is not like that
Christian is free
much much more
than money can buy
or politics understand

the advantage of solitude;
away from wagging tongues
the bitterness and accusing

A poem walks with me
he knows me

when feeling alone
he gives me company

Like the dog at his walk
precedes his master
pulls the leash
faster…faster

keep pace with me
find peace in poetry

the two
side by side
break in sweats
the dog and his master
the two poets
forget

who runs who

merge into one

making a poem
fully done.