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The Bonfire of the Vanities

Obsessed,
Possessed,
Inflated,
Abused

Damning vanity,
Trenchant desire,
Visceral muse

Burn brilliantly
And brightly
The hedon’s hues.

Age

If
In my youth
I wanted love,

Now
In older age
I desire friends.

Love
Is grand
And blithe

But friends
Last longer
And tend
To put up with me.

Carolina A Love Song

My heart is sore for hills,
My eyes for the verdant green
My soul longs for the mountain’s height
My nose for its crisp, cold air

My arms wish for the broad expanse,
My legs aim to stretch out far
And my feet are aching to wade
In all your rippling streams.

I want to be home,
I want to be home
In the worst way

I need wide open spaces
The rich green expanse
Shadows dancing off mountains
Sloped calmly to my right,
Far as the eye can imagine.

Carolina,

I long for thee
When haste has come my way

Carolina,
You call to me

And tell me the time
To come back home.

Yellow Rubber Rain Boots

Oh
For the aplomb
Of youth,

Of joyful adolescence,

Those heady college days
Of willful indifference
To what others may care

Oh for joy
Unfettered

Rainy day boots
Of yellow rubber
And little buckles
And polka dots

Where did you go?

Come On Spring

Seriously?
Could this be over already?
Enough with winter.

Come on Spring
With colors
And flowers
And promise.

We’ve waited
Wearily
All winter long
For your triumphant
Return.

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