You walked
          back  into  my  life
                    for the
            second time like
                  you had
          always lived there,
              like my heart
      was a home built just
                    for you.

            Here  I  was. . .
            thinking
            magic didn't really
            exist,
            and now that's
            all I see
             when I
             look  at  you.

            And in
            the middle
            of my chaos
            there
            you are.
And  in  your  eyes  is a  beautiful  poem                                                                  ­                    Jon York   2019

Best baked birthday cake
balloons tied to the sky
five candles a blow can handle
happy birthday jolly cute guy.

From the perspective
of my aged foolishness
I realise
my youthful foolishness
and I apologise.

I like libraries because....
really, who can say?

the quiet or the causes?
deep December or merry May?

the reading and the pleading
a place for DVDs to play?

Red Pine's curious volume
Chinese hermits within the Way?

perhaps the wish that I might fish
and find dolphin words that like to play.


                                          Someday!

my boys first and then the poems
I told her quietly and true

why the taperecorder?
just because I was new?

Magic is indeed a Gathering
the many and the few

the happy photos of us all together
too painful now to view