Friday

Small Thrills


It's a necklace I love
or a pair of shoes that I can't wait to wear
or earrings that match each other perfectly
or a great smile on an average day
Don't take anything for granted

It's the way I watched you chew your straw
after lunch every day
or a denim jacket I loved
or an outfit I put together
that you said I looked good in
It's the hug that made me ecstatic through
the mundane hours of schoolday blues
And the look in your eyes
I thought, "Wow! Someone likes me!"
It was you

There's a happiness that just can't be contained
There's a love that's waiting for an open heart
to catch it
There's a passion for life that's just dying
to be shared
It's me!
It's the real me

It could be the perfect bunch of grapes
or an exquisite lettuce and cheese sandwich
or a pencil whose lead lays down every letter
with the same inspiration as the artist's hand

It could be a color that's brilliant and captivating
Or,
It could be you.

- July 26, 1985, A.D.

Saturday

Write


Write.
Write, Write.
Succession of obsessions
and grab-bag nuances
and dreams dancing to life
from the hand -

she has such mystique.           (they say)

Love-dappled paintbrush pencil
dip, dip stroke
switch to blue, then change the hues
what a hand

what meaning has this hand?

Write.
Write, Write.
Fear makes me fill these pages
a slow to stop could be fatal
my art evades me
evolve, evolve

Who shall I write for today?

- July 6, 1985, A.D.