I’m sorry; said the stooped man to the other (who was weeping) Don’t be; said the weeping man my problems are my own They came across each other on the pathway that entices Companionship and friendship – yes humanity had grown They sat upon the bench on that day with sunshine in it As the … Continue reading Freckles
I walked the road of timeliness With patience in my pocket On a rock I lit a cigarette And caught my breath upon it I looked from hillside to the sea Old windows streamed around me Strangers one and all observed A righteous life had found me I stubbed the butt into the earth With … Continue reading I walked the road of timeliness
Lazily staring Into the sun He sits and he sits Sipping ouzo at dawn Under the shade Of a tree bearing gifts On the hill near the house Where his Grandpa was born He wants for nothing but time Spent on the hill Remembering love-songs Sung to his wife Now he picks olives Strumming her … Continue reading sipping ouzo at sunset
