Time and Dreams and Waterfalls

The stuff of sonnets

Songs

And odes

Their mysteries we've oft

Explored

Down briared paths and

Open roads

Each parallels the movement of

Our lives

Along immortal streams

'Til time and dreams are

Cast to sea

And love and waterfalls

Remain

In A Booth

Seated side by side

She laughed

In all the right places

Watching his face as he

Ran

With the kite of her

Attention

Caught in the breeze of

His enthusiastic accounts of motorcycles

She probed like a

Detective

Looking for clues to the root of his

Fascination

And with her mousy hair

Her conventional

Glasses

And her gray pullover

She was never more

Beautiful

Homonymbus

All that I was taught

And everything I ought

Would surely come to aught

Without connections taut

Recipe

A man

Balanced on a bench

A book

Balanced on his knee

Thick paperback

“Child Custody Made Easy”

No doubt

As are so many hopeful tomes

It is filled with

Avenues

Axioms

Anecdotes

Assurances

Like a cookbook on a tiny

One-tree

Island

Eyes Closed

Staring into the mind's

Coal-dark cavern

Waiting

For sleep to sneak up from

Behind

Throw its arms around me and

Yank me down into the pool

Where

Through the ripples

The painted images on the tunnel walls

Come alive

Men

In groups

In clubs

In coteries

May boast their way to

High regard

With exploits of

Insurance claims and

Mutual fund prosody

Still

Never feeling as

Heroic

As their

Fathers seemed

Isn't It So

Apropos

That a word like

Subtlety

Nestled in its

Sibilants

Would contain a silent

B