Willow Walk

also in the game

a little more and we'll withstand a gale
so much of what we are depends on spite
the world exists and we can't get it right
no one believes our truth or hears our tale
it would lead lesser folk to scream and wail
throwing their bodies into the hard night
our duty though is to remain forthright
no soul must ever think that we could fail
glory belongs to those who play the game
of open teasing when the sun is high
knowing that they are watched by many eyes
but we prefer the ones whose feet are lame
who operate beneath a darker sky
and never think to win the golden prize

Lilies with gas meter

drawn into the sun

an eye that's lost is drawn into the sun
no matter what the moment of high cloud
a deeper value's given than was allowed
medals are nice after races are run
but so much has been said and little done
that not a one of us should still be proud
our speak a single word of it out loud
nor claim that of our merit we have won
sharper than knives the teeth of such a beast
as would arise to challenge our just claim
before the hand could touch the final door
there is a time to boast during the feast
of how you might have dashed into the flame
but not a one of you has faced that roar