Small Symphony
Outside on the streets
young boys drink beers
knowing nothing about factories
and the hard labor of love
and small girls in
pink skirts are laughing at the sun
and I know that the time has come
but first I will drink one more…

The Funeral
Someone goes out of me
and now I’m alone with my music.
He stands somewhere and speaks
into the light.
His words come slowly to me like treacle.

A Fleeting Moment
Through the side window of the car, in the distance,
I saw the Pentagon building;
so much destruction came out of such a beautiful shape
that could make even Euclid weep.