there is a good fight
where - the blood is still there, yet
there is no hate

I want my old man to
know me - but he stepped outside
when will he return

I in this smiling
wonder at the face - lips curl
look straight in my eye

this frightens me - confuse me
why do they speak with no voice

She - stands on the beach
black in her wetsuit - smiling
her blond hair flows

frozen in her Kodachrome
in wonder she is fading

Magnolia bud
remembering the future
this quiet morning

…

regret is a blade
stuck deep inside the gut
with no blood