Against the Grain

An old elevator crumbling to the ground
On a dusty dirt road at the edge of town

Makes me wonder if in its

New Year's Day

Years are over. Years begin.
Time, it folds unto itself.
Time returns and circles close.
Ends commencing somewhere

THE MIRROR

To reflect in a looking glass,
confronted by shattered dreams,
thoughts trace each fracture,
pondering.
A fragmented

BURIED IN LIFE

I remember very little
About the Viet Nam war,
Watergate, and the trip to the moon.
I was so busy with living.

There

Reflections on Seeing a Young Man Smile

If I should walk a thousand miles,
And walking, see a thousand smiles.
I never will,