Yesterday’s latest hour

Nature challenged,

A question asked –

With no ability to answer,

Sleepless nights,

Phantom pains –

The inevitable was lurking,


Perhaps stalking

With each thought and fear

Every sunset dreaded

Every sunrise praised.

The treasures gathered

In swelled piles –

Shiny trinkets,

Outshone by a tiny smile –

Urging hearts to beat,

Breath to flow,

And joy.



– 4/17/2002

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