A SIMPLE QUESTION

A simple question of a child hath set my mind to whirl.

What color is the sky she asked, expectant eyes

Looking for answers...

There will never be an adequate reply
to any of those pleading questions "Why?"
that could

I find others fascinating, to say the least.

The least is what I expect.

But, I hope for the best.

The best is usually right

In school it seemed and endless task

Fill in the blanks and do not ask

For help from teacher, friend or foe

Choose a, or

Watching Father in Nags head


In fierce solitude
you pilot illusive lines;
working to orchestrate
the dance of the blue-tailed