It’s a wet
morning in Denver 
and the street
lights bleed making 
trickling white riverlets 
only ever disturbed 
when a car 
quickly splashes through 
spraying sideways disappearing 
and then you 
slowly roll over 
and too look
beginning to paint 
your own picture 
of what you 
see beyond me 

I wonder 
now if
it wasn’t 
for this 
would it
be could
it be 
ever even 
been ever 
and now 
in this 
candlelit silence 
I wonder 
if somewhere 
out there 
you are 
sitting in 
your own 
kind of 
quiet silence 
and wondering 

this 


too 

I have been 
blessed with the 
knowledge of both 
my purpose and 
my path my 
purpose is to 
write love laugh
and my path 
is to never 
deny someone a
seat at my 
table but to 
remain there one 
must know theirs
or be willing 
to learn it
for my table 
forever remains bountiful 

If only saying 
it was easy 
easier or easiest 
but for many 
it gets stuck 
or even sticks 
like a bone 
that gets swallowed 
or choked upon 
if only it
was easy enough 
to say it 
when it’s felt 
and not kept 
alone for thinking 

Brown sugar 
and cacao 
at the 
same time 
sweet leading 
bitter finishing 
a taste
of caution 
that always 
looks better 
wrapped than 
it does 
eaten except 
when paired 
with something 
robust and 
luxurious for 
they complement 
hmmm just 
like us