That which can be counted
does not for anything count
the intangible of love and kindness
how can such be calibrated?

The best gift
is to give

I'd rather end power
than to empower

There's a time for everything
just be sure you are part of that something

Oh these covid dreams
Awaking me from my sleep
Oh what a nightmare

O my desk,
a daily friend you are
leaning back I can trust you
stuck by my side all these years.

legs firmly pressed into carpet,
sleek gray blade, leveled,
every poem is written here
made with your support

The passing of the years,
will not escape you.
I will never forget you
even if I have to replace you.