choosing the portrait

Posted on September 18, 2009 by riverwriter

when you die
which picture should they choose
to go with the obituary?

The leading young athlete,
every muscle ready?

The more mature sophisticate, Continue reading →

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paper

Posted on September 17, 2009 by riverwriter

The shelves in my office are stacked with paper:
paper bound as books
that I no longer need,
paper in dated folders
that were once important,
paper in binders
that mean nothing until they mean something, Continue reading →

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after

Posted on September 16, 2009 by riverwriter

She used to purr when she leaped onto the bed;
I prefer to think of her arrivals.
I could read her expressions through the fur:
glad to see me (and usually was):
relaxed eyelids, fur sleek off the face;
impatient with my stupidity: Continue reading →

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