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Looking for His Love

           Looking for His Love   The first firefly! It was off, away,— The wind left in my hand.                        ~ Issa   The firefly lands by chance upon my hand And flashes there, blink, blink in twilight green. In growing darkness little glows expand,...

Laid Asleep

             Laid Asleep                                 “we are laid asleep       In body, and become a living soul.” ~  William Wordsworth If laid asleep beside each other, we Might find some rest at last.  We never laid In doubled love.  Love’s serendipity Was...

A Solitary Fire

                   A Solitary Fire In bobby socks the teenyboppers used To sigh or scream about a baritone, Or tenor, or falsetto voice.  Amused, Their objects of desire jived through a zone Of smugness like a phoenix on its pyre. Before these screeching fans, young...

Opera in the Crystal Ball

               Opera in the Crystal Ball An opera in a crystal ball is what He should have viewed and heard and felt, yet, no, His veins sensed only limerance and hot Rushed serotonin.  It produced that glow Like phosphorescent joy, though not as pale Or brief as...

Elementary Love

                    Elementary Love He didn’t notice that the yard in front Was small.  At ten he thought that it was big, Or large enough.  The two of them could hunt A hiding place beneath the Turk’s Caps, dig For doodle bugs, and daydream play.  Both he And Brian...