I am a woman of a great many words
call it if you will the curvature of an urge
as the spine of dilemma reaches far
of my many mental insecurities
I am uniquely true to par
lost say around the '9'
cursing in the sand
distance on this day cannot my worried hour
reprimand
so in this ever saddening scope of perpetual
boredom
perhaps therein lies yet a common thread of hope
like along with my fellow observer
the fair yet feathery spotted owl
my tree too, anymore
is not so remote..................
(April 7, 1994 am)