Inspiration (for Tristan)

And then the

Boy said to

The man look

At your hands

They have tilled

Fields and held

Babies look at

Your eyes they

Squint because of

So many sunsets

Now look at

Your heart it’s

Just as new

As mine is

Love knows no

Age or year

Snowflake (to Bean)

I miss you

But since you

No longer read

These you’ll never

Know just like

The first snowflake

Of a blizzard

Never understands what

It itself started

When it decided

To alight on

My warm tongue

BoilOver

And yes often

A pot unstirred

Boils over ignored

And left unattended

That’s when you

Realize that it’s

Your fault to

Have started something

Before you were

Ready to give

It your attention

Now a mess

To clean up

Rather than enjoy

Change

And then it

Came the blame

Not so much

A bark but

A quiet whimper

Almost like fall

Winds rustling through

The dried leaves

We had become

Ownership of over

And finally done

So unlike the

Blaze that decimated

Each of us

At the beginning

Time for winter

Now to heal

And await spring

FirstAndLast

There are two

Things that I

Hate most of

All the first

Kiss and the

Last the first

Because it’s never

As good as

Expected and the

Last because it’s

Never ever as

Good as the

Very first one