Friday, April 6, 2007


The Beacon

2007




tracing
outside the lines,
the child
follows the sunlight
across the page



how patient
you stand, old tree!
will I ever
get tired of stargazing
this side of heaven?



one slice
of cornbread left
tonight—
I think of every girl
that has a piece of me



earthworm,
will we ever reach
paradise
before the sun dries
both of us up!