The heart is
round the mind
is sharp one 
smoothes and the 
other cuts breakups 
are painful not 
because of the 
heart but mind
eventually the hard
edges of heartbreak 
gives way to 
the hearts smooth
hand and bad
memories turn good 

Like so much 
it’s behind me 
what’s in front 
I know not 
whatever it is 
is not what 
is now behind 
for my eyes 
only look forward 
and what’s behind 
is complete darkness 

I wonder why 
later in life 
we embrace one 
when before it
was about two 
that would do 
were we less
as just one 
convinced that two 
would be who 
now as one
I’ve finally won
the only race 
I’ve ever run

Basking in
sweet solitude 
my thoughts 
wander like 
children without 
care through 
the wood 
stumbling across 
things of
such mystery 
as to
ignite flames 
of imagination 
making me 
think oh
what a 
marvelous world 
this is 

It’s early morning 
heat season here 
in the Rockies 
just enough to 
take off chill 
as I scoop
pour and stir 
after all leaving 
warmth of down 
to make something 
hot in the 
dark cold dawn 
seems a tad
daft even for 
this old timer