A Drive to Court (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Three together, down the road a sprint to a court date, saving at the end, of the journey second-hand smoke, ...
Three together, down the road a sprint to a court date, saving at the end, of the journey second-hand smoke, ...
For those who grab the spotlight sit in righteous judgment Casting the first stone against their fellow. A harsh mirror, ...
A question, an important question Framed and pregnant in my mind had to wait a little longer for its asking ...
She needed to be protected, provided for, to provide for Naomi, to be the best example of the converted; how ...
Walking to the playground, yesterday afternoon after the change of the time on the clocks, fall back into winter, the ...
Me and the girls, the members of the congregation, walking to the Capitol, under the dome down the street, on ...
Pining for peanuts praying for the nuts begging for them a gray squirrel by our porch pitch a peanut, watch ...
Above the bluff, the scar, the clear-cut of the power lines, a forest of pine opens to the north Surrounded ...
A Planet no more a dwarf, a minor player on the celestial stage the lord of the underworld relegated, lost ...
Up even with the second floor window of our bedroom, a piece of flat, smooth oak bark is shaped like ...
A short chain-link fence ran along the sidewalk in front of the old New Englander the short front yard just ...
a single clear line of thread strung by a fisherman between flower and shrub a road for her a line ...
Metaphors, images, concepts, pictures thoughts welled up spilled over washed over me from her words his words From the pulpit, ...
A face smiled at me from across the room caught in the shadows and folds of the floral patterned valance ...
Cremora and Kahlua a pair of brand names shared space in the brandy snifter that bleary New Year's Eve they ...
Elvis was in the house, you could see it so clear in her stance, her pout She's gotta hunka hunka ...
They, whoever they are, say you should eat a good hot breakfast I don't think they had this in mind ...
A desk became a portal a keyhole to the past hiding a secret uncovering another a family fact unknown to ...
We didn't really know; but they called it a horse needle the day the state police came to tell us, ...
Maybe it is the memories the change of pace that brings us there the sense of vacation maybe the smell ...
She was the one, the test case the alpha, the first who pushed the envelope bucked the system went her ...
We snuck away outside after being in while they had a bit of lunch fresh rain hung in the air ...
The edge of the water's surface Cupped a bit of Mallard down this morning. Shed and forgotten by its owner ...
A kernel of hope Lives Deep inside Protected Against the pain The struggle Grows When tended Memories ignite Nurture Reward ...
Morrie was right, Julie knows - Be fully present. Intense, feeling Raw, honest Eye contact Listening, hearing Open and vulnerable ...
Hangover of pearl white snow Gray ice losing power Brown dirt, clear leaves, rotting Wet dark chocolate, rich humus Eyes ...
We're good at silences under the surface, without contact hiding in plain view never dealing with, addressing true hurt, real ...
On a floor of needles and leaves I sat in a cathedral of pine Five trees encircled my prayer Limbs ...
Late January, in the cold clear wood Boots crunch through layers of snow and ice Breath catches in beard and ...
Like the Magi, We are each on the journey a quest for the king Ourselves the treasure, the metal, the ...
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