Poem: Early Morning with Unanswered Questions

The silence of the wet street
Interrupted by the sounds
Our sneakers make as we walk
Following the stars away
From the sun soon to rise

Poem: Coffee in Spring

Coffee in spring is a matter of timing
Early in the morning black
Where smokey tendrils draw wisps
Dancing in the air between us
As we share our dreams
From the night before

Poem: Perfect Union

Wind sweeps over the battlefield
Carrying the silence
To the ears of the general
While his eyes look over the field
Filled with blood and ichor
Friend and foe frozen in eternal struggles
In the same dirty earth
Resting in eternal peace