
Summertime haven,
like walking into heaven—
photographs from then.

Summertime haven,
like walking into heaven—
photographs from then.

Slicing through the light,
casting shadows on my path,
many shades of green.

Victory trickles,
on pavements, on alleyways—
one love emerges.

Layperson’s refuge;
and learned’s weapon of choice,
poetry is life.

Pick about and poke—
curiosity isn’t sin;
seekers are finders.