Safari Life

Safari life is tribal toned
tall grass swaying
while paw and hoove roam

Fires built where no embers burn
flame, quick and the wit, verses
young and the naive dip at cool lake’s turn

Safari life is outside your front door
passerby greeters with furrow looks adorned
rather be judged by your leather-bound cover cure

Scale me a wall windowed each footed step a seed
our jungle can moonlight as a garden dream it to be
step out from behind the rooted safari reeds


Cobblestone Tuscany

Seven o’clock in the morning
solo espresso paired with almond biscotti

She walked curt edges of
quaint chair and table settings

The natives adored their Apollonia
tourists would rage who was she?

Tagliamonte cameo strung ‘round her neck
landscape nape Sicily

Del Gatto jewel pinned at heartbeat
porcelain fingers touch delicately

Conch shell secrets
salmon hue smooth

Jealous sun racing to rise!
horizon beckons compete

Behind Opus One splashed nails
pouty, covert lips speak

Who will love me today?
tomorrow is nearly here …



Glim glam world speckled glitter and gloom
everyday oxygen impending dioxide and doom
hand-me-down worn, loose looms

Cherish see-thru moments, sheer liquid desire
appetite for menu, no black tie or formal dress required
you skip the scale and weigh in favor of naked attire

Debate neither perception nor preconceived notion
rather lather in the self-absorbed, self-righteous
pedestal, rise above all commotion

You articulate a story in verbose
entertaining to some, educational to others,
hard to correct for most

Are we mere pupils, student eased?
You offer not the frosty, rose colored glasses
your presence is recognized and message well received

Your passage is harmony to a soul behold
stand wounded or healed, we are ages old
the ground encircled, scent familiar

Let your origami soul unfold…