It is
funny this
that bird
which for
so long
I’d wished
to keep
has returned
ready to
be caged
but now
I no
longer want
knowing that
a captured
bird never
sings songs
of beauty
Category: Affection
Sandcastle
New is
old again
and old
becomes new
and so
we go
this surf
lapping away
at sandcastles
most leave
I stay
making anew
this thing
of sand
Gregoire
From depths
of past
he bubbled
finding me
a voice
even today
I could
hear familiar
bonjour poet
it’s Gregoire
swim with
me again
Snowy
The dark
sky turned
white with
the feathers
of Heaven
my blinds
barely conceal
I can
still see
you sleeping
shepherd boy
resting next
to me
Hard(er)This
It’s hard
this this
leaving you
early each
morning to
do day
morning has
now become
petulant requiring
my attention
and you
my patience
waiting until
I’m done
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 