I write in reaction
Someone something inspires me
More often than not
However what looks good
On the plate or
In the picture or
In the mind’s eye
Turns out to be
As flat as a
Previously opened bottle of
Soda or snowfall on
Sidewalks or in this
Case someone too good
To be realistically true
Here we go again
Bourbon at attention
Cigar awaiting flame
Two things poised
Awaiting their consumption
Like two lovers
Trapped in time
Wondering if now
Will then be
When and where
How and whom
Times Square caught falling
Snow captured but not
On street or tongue
But the brushes tip
Dipped in the watercolor
How I now wonder
Does one capture snowflakes
Knowing that when done
They all but disappear
I don’t sleep enough
The night frightens. Me
An unusually warm winter
Beneath my heavy blanket
I huddle like mice
Waiting for it to
Break into the day
Because we know each
Other and love what
We know but with
No hope there is
No tomorrow and only
A series of today’s
