such is
this Samsonite longing
gathering in a quiet thought
tell tale flinches
from my puffy eyes
speaking truth
driven by vague expression
with an inner splash
pelting flame
whispering in and about the night
with so much weightless promise
the open hand
harms no bird
fair yes then
to be stated too
that the open mind
gathers no dust
only fertile soil
for all future planting
some weeds may sprout up
but the finer gardeners thought
if one prunes correctly
such unpleasant wantage
never long stays so rooted
for the choicest seeds
those of truth, knowledge
and love
defy compromise
they in pure form
are indomitable
so always think
before whatever it is
you decide to plant
for good or bad
whatever the action
you own it
and remain responsible
for such course..............
(written July 21, 2002 615pm)