Words, heaps of labels,
Only He
Knows what lies beneath
Truth and fables.
Never wine and roses,
But I remember
The sweet taste of September,
The salt fish in our noses.
I find I’m still scared
I’ll never be
Easy to love, easy to see
So undone, so unprepared.
I waste words like this,
Trying in vain,
To diagnose the rain
That falls because it is.
viewingcamelot 
August 13th, 2013 at 4:00 am
Yes, yes, yes! I love this–I love all of your poems so much. 😀
August 13th, 2013 at 1:08 pm
And I love yours. 😀 You have such an engaging poetic voice, but what I love most is your sense of humor. Some of your poetic social observations crack me up.