Hopes Deferred

A Poem With willing fleshAnd heart repleteA thousand miles these feet would walkIn searing heat These heavy eyesWould gladly gazeUpon the sun’s relentlessincandescent rays But…

A Reflection

What Curse is This? What curse is this? That I find pleasureIn a trickling streamRefreshing rainA scone with cream Disparate thoughtsthat come and goSome small…