
early morning light
slipping through the undergrowth –
a reveling soul

early morning light
slipping through the undergrowth –
a reveling soul

dawn of the last day
the look of a life well spent
having sung the last set

Labor Day weekend
everyone takes off work
except laborers
hardness of the heart
can’t be opened from outside
only by assent

passing through this life
awakening now and then
to gaze at the real