Today if we can smell
Raise our heads
Lift our voice  
And breathe
On our own
Let us give thanks

Imagine.
Summer rain, hand in hand through old city.
Rock wall around, narrow streets.
Small markets and private galleries around
People looking for the roof or restaurant.
And we crossing the street patiently.
Wet and looking forward to each other...

My coworker left
An extra napkin
On the table
For me
Perhaps that is
The best thing
She could have
Done
As I picked
Up my pen
And began
Writing

Perhaps we start
Poetry at an
Early age
With the rhythmic
Sound of
Ma ma
Da da
And continue
Throughout our
Childhood
Use your words
Perhaps that was
One of the
Best Things
Said to us

So many words
Just floating through
My head
Can't make any
Sense of them
Not now
Any way
Perhaps i should
Let them be
Until they are
Ready to share

A dozen roses in a vase
A kaleidoscope of color
To pick just one to press and keep
Seems insulting to the others.
In the end I had to choose
The one that first, caught my eye
Its vibrant blossom standing out
Causing a sentimental cry.

Its petals felt like velvet
With a scent of pure delight
It seemed to glow endlessly
Even in the dead of night
This rose is one I'll treasure
For we will never be apart
It will always be there with me
As it blossoms in my heart.