What Crosses My Mind

  • Only The Glow of My Laptop

    It is a summer night now to be sure My mind is beyond always elsewhere here I wonder listen to the bullfrog near Lily pad in fiction’s eerie picture   I wait for the silence of night rhythm Tells me of some other creature nearby A passing wolf, perhaps more fox in sly Quiet wood…

  • Social Media Construct

    Used to carry a pencil Then a pen A pager; then a brick that dialed numbers. A typewriter That suddenly had a scrolling banner ~ One day while sitting in a café With a notepad and my pencil I kept looking your way Wondering if you might … ~ Today, there is little romance in…