Old Woman

she tastes the bitter tea and hears the cry of the motherless wind.
she is sitting at a table where her ancestors have been, the time is old the day is new.
she sits and contemplates the the present child the aged adult enshrined in a tomb made of skin and bone where the battle of life has left its mark on wrinkeled sking
she smiles for she knows to end is to begin.

Oyster

I am honored
to be here
with
you

to see the reflection of the sky in your azure eye

to waste the time
to live so very
high
high
high

to run raaaaaaaaaaaaandomly
across the powdered sand
to be one

i am rolling rock
and hard oyster shell

randomly interspersed in your universe

i am wave on wave rolling in

punctuating your thoughts
thoughts

Pears

In here grows honeyed pears and rich grapes that fill the souls desires.
in here we are what we are no matter what the world requires
in here we laugh and cry and till we are transported to exultation or the land of misery
we are what we are we are born with ourselves
we transcend ourselves
through our fall we become aright
after sadness we eventually find delight