to stare you down
in my own stumbling morality I feel as if I am just about to drown
and not as a serious writer like I would want but as the classic clown
a princess of prose you might just say
where behind her painted on smile always lurks a lingering frown
whose pen supplies her creative centeredness with the
option to play a wee pitiful little frown is exposed
though no bigger than a baby's yawn
yet if given back 'Five Minutes Of Yesterday'
for it she'd willingly sacrifice the approaching dawn
(written Feb.12,1993)