Universe sings Omwhile we tear each other downhatred does not heal,for a tomorrow…
choices determined by the fullness of belliesand having time to spareto write…
The touchof youbeside me
The economy’s dissonance…
Thanksgiving delights,The simmering pots of greens,The sweet sauces, crimson and gold,The fowl succulent and savory…
The most-valued bird doesn’t preen his own feathers, he readies the hearth to welcomethose who choose to flock.