For ________.
Greatest gift when freely given.Threads its waythrough lives untold.Each one will it their days enrichen,and more laughs will it unfold.

I can hear only the wind. It snakes its way through the hills leaving fugitive trails in the shifting yellow grass. It cannot touch me here, in the lee of this rock. Two, no – maybe three...

If in your lines no love I find,
I’ll take my leave; bid you goodnight.

A wandering shoe.
Black, broken strapped.
Fragment
Of night’s abandon.

Foot late to brake.
Rubber laps the line.
Fingers unclench.