Silver raindrops bounce from top
to ground , yellow bells dance to
the rainstorm sounds
A postman makes his delivery , cars
crash into puddles in the showered scenery ,
hounds bray in the mid-morning rush ,
jays cackle from the mulberry bush
A young sun peeks then hides away ,
hopefully blooming in full candor on another day* ..

Shelley Baker , how have you been
My first crush at the tender age of ten
I still see your Brownie uniform
at a distant busstop
When we first sat together my jaw dropped
I watched you giggle with your girlfriends
in the lunch room , knowing full well that our
romance was through
Trees in the old neighborhood still bear
R , W , S and B , chalk on Orly Terrace has long
since disappeared
Two bluebirds reminded me of our tumultuous
two days , sharing candy , simple ways* ..

In the cold , gray hardwood entanglement
Beside red shouldered dirt roads
Within earshot of the morning crow
Tis where I belong* ..

The bell tower announces each hour
The town center inhabitants rush through an early lunch ,
a gaggle of blackbirds inhabit a tiny forested
patch containing statues , flowers and iron
benches , pigeons work the sidewalks in search of a
quick brunch
Her elders search morning papers with quick smiles
and "how do you do's"
This masterpiece of city squares rest at the end of converging busy avenues , with period brick shoppes and tidy store fronts , swanky
restaurants and courthouse patrons , drug stores , trinket parlors
and hand lettered windows
Gossip , breaking news and metro innuendo pass from ear to ear
Parking meter constables , free magazine stands , a **** and span
county seat add a certain rote of good cheer to southern suburbia ,
she's quickly turning from lunch mode to all business , she's a busy bee , the Queen of the Southern Crescent in royal splendor , the pride of the county and her gracious members* ...

Our sexuality is determined by the right person* ....

It's time for the B-52's in Syria and Yemen
Time to air drop food non-stop for ninety
days* ...

In the midst of darkness
her light did appear
I am forever drawn to
its occupation* ..