whisper, free wild words
as you wonder throughout your whim
like carefree summer birds
flying away
beyond cages and cages of them
them who know not why
their fragile feats fail to win
the hearts of the greedy and provocative
oh darling saboteurs
addicted is each to his uncontrollable sin
life has a way of quietly working her way in
to the spirit's carefully shaped idea of reality
a solemn yet loud whisper
from the wonder of when
tomorrow perhaps
yet today unlikely
responsibility plays her final hand
and in the end
I actually thinks she starts to like me
and to my enigmatic self
I manage to grin.................
(May 20, 1995)