Katie 11-22-99
There's not a single place
That doesn't have her mark.
It's as though the older and
more frail she got
the more she needed
Me to know that she was everywhere.
And she is -
Gone now -
buried in my garden.
Her presence -
Is
Everywhere
BW '99
Blessings II
Old Friend come with me.
I've a bin of wine, epiphanies to share.
I've seven roses in my vase,
That speak of mysteries and myth
Sit with me.
Decant the wine, and break the bread.
We'll reminisce. We'll laugh and cry.
We'll share the spice of time and wit.
BW '98
On Dying
They say we die a little
every day.
Perhaps I do but its
evening
When I'm most alive,
grateful to the balm
of bread and wine
I put the dying off a while.
BW
The Yard Arm
Ten of five,
Katie is hungry,
I am thirsty.
"We wait," I tell her,
"these long ten minutes
lest it be earlier every night
And you become a fat hound
and I become a booze hound."
BW
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Is She?
There's a heart beat happening.
There's a breath in rhythm.
It's not me.
I'm holding mine.
It's not the frig,
It's not the heat.
It used to be Katie,
Breathing,
Running in her sleep.
But she's no longer here -
Or is she?
BW '99
On Awakening
I'm doing exactly what I want to do.
Exactly nothing!
Every nerve seems still asleep.
Nothing moves in me.
I hardly even breath.
And this will last until
A wayward thought intrudes.
Why must we always think?
BW
Do you believe in goblins, witches,
in all those things? If so,
Remember: go inside when the
afternoon is done,
When birds no longer sing and crickets
start to crick,
When the air is thick with froggy croaks,
When shadows seem to fly, and things that were are not,
Go inside and cover up, let the ghosts and spirits play,
They lead a lonely life and party only
once a year.
BW
"The die is cast," said Julius C.
About to cross the Rubicon
"Courage," say I, about to surf the Net
After all, He might have made
A mighty splash,
And I would only have to crash
BW
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