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I've waited too long

with only a dime

I came across a phone booth

I opened the door

and started to pray

for I happened to think

I had no one to call.

From “In The Mist of A Dream”, published in 1970

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A drop of rain

rolling over my fingers

refreshing, yet so beautiful.

a bead so unabated

as I think of you

walking through the pathways of my heart.

a clarion of sound

from a towering building

overlooking a gigantic cataclysm

of emotion

enthroned by your walked pathways.

From “In the Mist of A Dream” published in 1970

Abstract Thoughts

I feel your touch

along a jagged roaring coastline.

Your softness in the skyline,

caresses you in a love book.

I see your beauty in an underwater forest,

delineate your tenderness

in my dreams,

and dream

dreams

in abstract like Miro.

1970

Observation

I see you in the distance

as

I stare at something beautiful

playing

in nature's backyard.

sometime in 1970

Small Expressions

Though you see my passions never unfold,

this young poets tale will never be

told whole.

He is at a loss of expression, and

will someday teach the world a literary lesson.