Near the sky west and crooked,

are a common sight.Selling thingsno longer requiredwithin someone’s life.When you stop at oneyou gaze over each, stallhoping to find treasuresto add to your collection at home.The problem with collectingwhen do you say no?Never I’m afraid,for everything, you collectgain a few more memoriesand those memories are yours.

treads my furry petbutts my pen with his headthen with amber eyeslooks at me dolefullyas if to say “Did I do something wrong? ”Again, with head gives my pen another shoverolls on his back to have his tummy rubbed.Drippy tap, ears alertflick with paw makes muddy dirtwill sit in sink all day longwhen tap washers…

Love lies waiting therefor some lucky person,to pluck it from the air.Memories of old loveslinger somewhere back there,waiting to be rekindled,like a dying candle flame.Beyond the daylight reaches,near the back roads of the mind.The world’s great treasurewaits for someone to find.The treasure of love,one that will last forever.The dream without ending,all seek, but very fewever…

to seek out old acquaintancesto share our glory achieved.We seek them in many avenueswe may stumble uponto find the missing keys of our pastin hope for words to fuel our egoand our new found pride,finding none our elation slipsand our paranoia begins again.28 November 20013

Each room need a sparklewith pictures on the wall.A fire needs a steady bedto yield its warmth there.The sound of heartbeatsneeds to fill the airand each room needs laughterto echo from within.With out those ingredientsa house is not a home.6 September 2008

to believe in somethingthey might have thoughtthey could have never have done.4 February 2008