Some things never change. Alejandro waves, "It's good to see you," And promptly trips over a chair. The same old arguments, The same country roads, Become phantoms of my former life Swirling above a graveyard that was Brightfield
Eternity
Nightfall on the Mountaintop
Night has fallen on the mountaintop. The stars dazzle-gleam tauntingly As I stretch to hold them As I ascend into the heavens And fall back, Cowering in the pregnant gloom, Waiting for the blow Which will send me hurtling Back into the foothills...
Beauty Under a Bushel
"When it comes to the treatment of heavenly treasures, we ought to make children our models"
Reflections from Brightfield 