Señor Dwight daily walks
Baby Super Girl,
who runs up and down the gentle slope,
his wingman.
Asked how he’s doing,
“I’m blessed and cannot complain…
To know the story of the 47 Ronin is to know Japan….’”
Overhead
in branches high
I spy a bird’s nest
back-dropped by a vastness
and his fading echo
“…and cannot complain…but I want to.”
--Richard Velez
winter
night
red
pepper, soup, wine and old friends
four
ways to warmth
add
laughter, fire, and sex
and
when the cold winds howl
then
wool and memory
--Patrick Mizelle
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