Life Beneath Concrete

There is a taste of salt in the air and it is raining discretely. The crack of dirt beneath my feet,

I sit here in my recliner

With a computer in my lap,

And I just wrote some folks some emails

And they got them in a snap!

No

Lessons from the Garden

As a child I walked between the rows
of my mother's garden,
kicking up bouquets of dust
from soil so

Charlie
The procession was somber and not very far
As they carried his coffin to the funeral car

Few had he known in his lifetime
He

The Hallway

We used to sit
On the worn-out carpet
In the hallway
And listen
While she'd play
Masterpiece after masterpiece
Late