wheels splay mud ruts,
lazy "S" tracks tender turf,
eyes trail to horse barn.

without intention water
may propagate life, and wealth,
destruction, and death,
succor a desert civilization,
or ***** out an island nation.
There is no finer sculptor,
change agent, or tormentor.

was it your whisper
or mine
that put the flame out?
no matter,
we could both see
the light would soon end
with so little wax left
on the short candle.

This perfect day
was made imperfect,
in a single lonely way,
that you were not here
to share it.

upon review,
my day
was cross hatched
with many thoughts of you
that rendered
meaningful form and light
on an otherwise
unremarkable scroll of canvas.

"Raj",
      rex,
           king,
But the Raj I know is not royal,
not in the ordinary sense,
though he makes a sandwich fit for one.
Following my order we don't chat much.
We've come to rely on smiles 'n nods in place of small talk.

There are tragedies,
to die alone,
to be unknown to family,
to be unloved,
to be unloved by the very one
that knows you best,
to die loathing self.