Saturday, May 25, 2024

a single comma
like a tear in a poem

ping pong
life goes on

to me to you
I dream and I rue
that love eludes me
though I wander through fields
with friends who are my found family
I always wanted my own family,
a wife

ping pong
life goes on

Saturday, May 11, 2024

Saturday morning
time to meditate and drift
far away from work