The rush
The slurry
Flurry
Of moving pieces
Roaring engines
As one takes
Off
Lands
Slams
Into the ground
As we all fall
The Slurry
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A Tiny Heart
The size of an almond
With a personality the size
Of the room
Our small dog
Named Wilco
May have a small heart
But fills the room with love
When anyone walks in
Sweet little Wilco
One Fine Day
A fine day
Is coming
When we believe
Not in celebrity
But in each other
That day
Is coming
One fine day
Trolls
Trolls have nowhere else to go
Lurking for flat moments
Growing thick like mold
Trolls roll up their sleeves
To sow discord
In a world that needs to be healed
Refilled with love
So the trolls can roll away
Trees
Trees told stories
Well past the boundaries
Of you and me
The simple tree
That we cut down
Can teach us about
Life
And each other
Trees go on
Well past us
And continue to grow
Even when we are growing old
March 24th
A great day to get out
My birthday is a day
To celebrate a new schools
Of voices rising up
In a dark time
So that in due time
We will have hope again
Such a coincidence
But on March 24th people rise
Up
To believe again
That we can all accomplish something
With the help is our fellow
Countrymen
A Hope for Past Future
Can the future be brighter
If the past is not reckoned
How to know where to go
If we do not understand
What we have done
My role in this nowness
Is key to the future
I have played my own role
Ambivalently
But with more passion we approach
The future
Don’t Look Down
Don’t look down
Let go
Be bold
Favor the future
And face the truth
Today
Top of the Roll
Roll out the curtains
Fire up the engines
The moments among us
The friendships
Love and being
In the moment together
On a Wednesday
Brisk morning
Bombay Cafe
In the heart of London
Where the isles are winding
To the heart of the city
We dine
One Monet moment
At a time
Wooden counters
With airy old jazz numbers
Fumbling along
With a reserved evening
In the heart of London
A Cup of Songwriting 