Observation and Consideration...

are the words of an old man stronger than a contract? is a tear for another known as human contact? do you know where you have really been today? a flawless woman of the earth fashioned by clay the words under my breath I wish I said aloud those who don’t want to conform but still go with the crowd a lovers phone forever hanging off the hook the blank pages you never wrote down in your life’s book a darkroom photographer anticipating the emerging print the missing word riddle given without a hint when a drawing leaps from the page its resting in a robin abandons the place her eggs were nesting in watching a wall of rain move over the grazing field an orange left rotting because it was never pealed two morning lovers waiting for the rising sun to appear the unemployed father ordering another beer the light left on in the window of the eleventh floor the man who can never escape the carnage of war some things to ponder and some that I’ve just realized the pure portrait of life doesn’t always have to be idealized