Each Day Complete Now
6 January, 2002, #4
Yellow springs to red:
Three week beard bristles under
Turtle-brass glasses.
Heaving chest attests to valiant days
Spent loving life, yet
Yearning for another shot.
Each day complete now.
Tufted gulls scream out:
“My food not yours.” New chicks chirp
In Palms, aware that Mom
Has won again, enough to feed them.
The clank of dredge barge
Snaps thoughts back to you, brother.
Each day complete now.
Blue, gray, white, unite
At constant horizon, soft
Even liquid here
On the patio, never the same,
Tears ever present,
The years flip by like pages past,
Each day complete now.