Do not hurry
do not worry
For I’m your consort, beautiful king of 16
No more to hide.
I bow before you
You see over me
Enemies will not deride you
for I’m your consort at your side, beautiful king
Face me with a sword
let people gather, and horns roar
No one else shall I protect
I’m your consort till the end
beautiful king of 16
You lay before me and you smile
I catch and return your fire
Entrust in me always at your side
my beautiful king of 16
Fishkill, NY
Grace, who are you?
Grace I know, is not a race
to the top
It’s a subtle glow and gold given to us
that trickles in slowly
but sometimes…needed EXPLOSIVELY!
To fill in our crevices, our voids
I know you see over me
And I’ll always know you were there
But I’ll never know how much you’d show
to come around
There’s nothing hollow in your absent stare
but hallowed yes, you are surely.
Irvington, NY 2017
Trees are free
trees grow free
they cannot speak
but still, they show you what they need
I don’t know much about them
but they give me a space to be
to play, to climb
to lie amongst leaf green
Falling leaf green
grasping rough, hearty branch
I know I want to latch on here
I know I’ve met my match
The City Bard 