His soul hides
Deep within old leather covers
Safe upon the shelf
Sometimes pulled down
Blowing dust free
Forgotten poems read
In the fading light
Of dusk
Biz Admin Who Loves Technology
His soul hides
Deep within old leather covers
Safe upon the shelf
Sometimes pulled down
Blowing dust free
Forgotten poems read
In the fading light
Of dusk
Beautiful words
Embrace my mind
Yet life demands
My attention
In this daylight
Work flows from fingers
Will the rains clean the street?
I reject the paradigm of rage
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p style=”font-family:"”>Seeking all the world’s beauty
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p style=”font-family:"”>Then magnify it all
It isn’t a dream
There is joy all around us
Picturing flowers

These cherry blossoms
Thousands of people descend
Seattle’s springtime

Walking in sunshine
Just below these powerlines
Life in the suburbs


As I look westward
Dusk falling over water
Spring’s presence is clear