See the reclamation garden, borne from leftovers
Mint and daisies, a lily now and then
Saved from gifts, alive not shorn
From Mother’s Day and birthdays
And just because…
The angel appears
to watch over mud and leaves and snow about to come
to watch until spring.


My Journey Begins Where the Road Ends…
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Willie Lomax Blues
Feeling like a salesman home from the road
Shoulders sag from the weight
of a book newly released.
He skipped breakfast watched lunch pass on by
coffee keeps him moving til the end of the day.
With each small bookstore Willie encounters
a fresh, happy face
Come in can I help oh so busy
Summer crowd you see.
Willie stands in back feigning
occasionally a cover draws him in
he picks up a book while the bookseller
rings another sale he waits patiently
gathers his courage and practices his pitch.
She meets his eyes finally unsure at first
I am not a salesman, I am a writer
I have a book.
She was about to order one from the press or
Lovely cover, I’ll take three or
Please, we don’t like walk-ins or
Do you have five? Let’s set a date for signing.
A check and a promise in hand
a hundred dollar bill
the salesman cracks open a beer.
Coming Soon to a bookstore near you
