Dear, You Know Who You are.

Bless me Father for I have
sinned.

It has been twenty four
months since last i

looked
in the mirror.

Forbid me not the long
vowels of my
Poems, the

caesura of love in

the Winter in Wisconsin.

Summer's in the
Lake.  There's fire in
my old dreams

And you.


Caroline Shank
4.26.2024

glimpses through the veil
and Sunlight across the sea

the communication of mirrored faces
and the touch of eternity

being slowly refined
sometimes alarmingly so

the wonder of 'being'
a never ending poem

waves of sound hit the air
flaming at point of resistance
burning across synapse

songs from the radio
from a whole new generation
and generations of song

change, dragged into a new experience
- and turns out
love knows best and
always did and
change was what was so needed.