The true love 
of anyone’s life 
is the one 
love that everyone 
denies though deserves 
it’s the closest 
and most common 
the only love 
that won’t leave 
your truest true 
love is you 

Day first peeks
in from the 
high bathroom window
Ms. Orchids lair
and moves around 
the corner of
the building like 
some cat burglar 
looking for an 
easy way in
greeting it on
my balcony my
feet step on
its apricot fingers 
clinging from below 
time to go
get some coffee 

Bowls nestled 
nicely together 
sit quietly 
atop a
table found 
at some 
yard sale 
likely overpriced 
but does
one ever 
wonder what 
the frame 
is worth 
that surrounds 
a moment 
in time 

Sometimes despite 
a gate
those who 
have running 
in their 
blood look
for a 
hole in 
the fence 
and don’t 
stop until 
they either 
find or
make one 
you can’t
keep things 
in that
want to 
get out 

Squirreled away 
like some 
errant nut
found beneath 
a tree
I wait
and wait 
for snow 
to fall 
and his 
abrupt return 
but what 
chance do 
I have 
when surrounded 
by so 
many other 
assorted nuts 
to be 
dinner or 
a tree