I feel I
Fear too much
Not me feeling
But them not
Living among machines
Moving about doing
What they were
Built to do
I sit silently
And wonder what
Life is like
For these machines
That scurry about
Just barely thinking
The things that
Someone else thought
When making them
I feel I
Fear too much
Thinking for myself
While sitting here
Snow has arrived
Like a million
Tiny white punch
Lines gathering one
Atop the other
Creating a comedy
Which tickles me
Like fingers moving
Across my ribs
Like meeting someone
New yet vaguely
Familiar thinking that
Someone like him
Had brought joy
To me once
And now wondering
And even hoping
If just a
Little bit that
Like a toboggan
We’ll sit slide
And glide over
Life’s hills eventually
Landing somewhere in
A pile of
Snow laughing together
It’s time time
To go I
Hear the winds
Of flight swirling
Around me almost
Lifting prompting me
To come go
Somewhere anywhere else
Remain I do
Hopeful hopefully hopeful
That you’ll change
Change you don’t
So change I
Must leaving you
And all of
This behind me
I’m a migrating
Bird letting the
Winds take me
To someplace else
Any place else
Than right here
I am tired
Of saying goodbye
At my age
So long and
Farewell seem to
Be de rigueur
Far less frequent
Are the hello’s
As though as
I have aged
I have moved
Farther and farther
North away from
The equatorial sun
Of embrace and
Cast into cold
Solitude remaining until
The spring of
Hi hey and
How ya’ doin
Lay with me
Let me paint
You with words
Let me strum
Your hair like
A harp let
Me tap your
Tummy like a
Tympani let my
Fingers dip in
Loves water colors
And draw circles
Across your brow
Down the cliffs
Of your cheekbones
And pool in
The hollows of
Your throat lay
With me and
Let me look
Into your eyes
And see stars
So far away
Yet close enough
To touch stay
Lay with me
Delay with me
Let this night
Last into the
Day with me
