When all’s the same, no way to know
Outrageous conduct, measures low
Tricky business awaits most all
Worldly demands invite their fall
‘Twas aforementioned: it’s their test
They’re losing shirts aside the best
Like sports and other win-lose stakes
Lifestyles reflect contending games.
Tag: strength
Quayside
What I want to do is sit with you, not
See you off, under dock lights that swallow
Star twinkles like they were nothing at all
Saturnine night thus illumes distant quay . . .
Transports await their time / we say goodbyes
Persistent, lapping waves conjure minds’ eyes
Bellies buckle under weight of concern
—Gone . . . light of the wharf having fallen
You’ll see as you sail away, light of day
Dawn’s glorious sun, gleaming momentum
Beyond that of ours, or our many stars
Clearing haze of quayside’s smallest hours.
Life's Poetic Essence 