Try to remember
This my boy
Life is less
About what you
Do and more
About what you
Do in the
Face of what
You do that
Matters most ultimately
Category: Career
SoulsSong
When I hear
Debussy’s Nocturne I
Turn to jelly
For in it
I become me
We all have
Our song some
Of us write
It while others
Sing some whistle
And others rap
Find yours so
That someone else
Can also find
You right there
LoveLines
And we met
And made dreams
Buildings and moats
With shovels and
Pails like small
Handed children digging
Into beach sand
Long before growing
Up and sitting
Across from me
As you are
Hands now trace
The love lines
Of each other
FoolishLove
I’ve done foolish
Things but I
Am no fool
Love does this
To us it
Makes us behave
In ways that
Are followed by
Chagrin and blushing
Like the early
Evening sun’s crimson
Rays as it
Says good night
To the moon
CharlotteApril
Spring has once
Again returned here
Trees are popping
April buds like
Crackers at Christmas
And Daffodils Tulips
And early Daisies
Dance in yards
Like robed choir
Singers at Baptist
Sunday church service
Irises and Peonies
Begin to yawn
With short stalks
Of leafy green
Like barren flagpoles
Saul is bashfully
Warm like the
Blushing cheeks of
Teenagers at their
First mixed dance
This is today
Here in Charlotte
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 