Sightless Vision

Moments passed by like ripples in the lake,
And I waited, waited for something to happen.
But not a sound

The Dandelion

Golden rod,
Milkweed pod,
Dandelion, you're a weed...

Blindness


Standing perfectly still
My bones tremble
My head is cocked, alert
Listening for things that make no sound

The loudness

TIN CUP:  

On the street corner sat the old man

Arm outstretched, tin cup clutched in hand

He’d found a

Religious

Political

Industrial and

Literary

Revolutions are the markers of

Awakening intelligence

That revolts against