The Call

video-game

Retreat was the cry,

while enemies called attack.

“Dinner!” called mom. Pause.

Within

within

In the face of storm,

she remained impervious —

a sea within her.

The Art of Living

art-of-living

Summer’s rains, fall’s spice,

Far from the maddening crowd,

Every breath, worthwhile.

A Second Shot

Abandoned it once,

older, I reached out again,

seized this time. Good book.

Lost

Scores of old photos,

of us in each other’s arms

fixed smiles, missing love.