Nor Dry

Day took on the raisin’s hue.

Sunk in on itself


and creased itself

to be preserved

longer than it could

if it stayed fresh.


Wine was its other choice

but there are too many regions

to pick from

and although full-body

sounded good at a time

now it’s not so desirable

and after eons

sweet no longer fits

nor dry.



To Join Those

The soul of beauty

is never brief


the river is forced to eddy

with melody growing


words turn about

to be heard

as many ways

as possible

until new ones

come into being

to join those

Which are careful

to stay behind.