Poetry
Circle, unbroken
In Nantes, within a private library
there is a hand bound book, made of soft
now faded lambskin, held together with a
small leather belt. It is one of a kind.
That’s entertainment
The important thing is how will you be remembered.
You might have thought about this, or it might have been the
Ancient Greeks, it doesn’t matter, it’s what people think of you
Two Dads
one black, one white
one Father, one Dad
won’t tell
when I write poetry
words
become
Even handed
the right knows
what the left is doing
sister brother
A light house
If I live in a house filled with light.