the sky can
seem empty like

this entry is empty,
and that is all.
  It could have been
a beautiful landscape
photo

Of the prairie where
I grew,
all golden, shimmer
and sway
and later
hay,

and stubble.

Wonder,



If you saw me now,

would you know me??

Would you recognize

Each strand of me??



After all,

It was long ago;

and time is not kind.



So,  If you passed

me by;

And didn't know me,

I have to forgive.



For I have done the same.

truth or dare?
she asked
with a tear.

Knowing all along that
it could not be.
and only a dream,
of what was dreamed of then.

A tired and lonely dream
of lost things
and dusty forgotten books
of thoughts
and love.