Saturday, June 27, 2009

Well Read :

My degenerative eyes
scan the horizon.

Troubled words
waver to and fro
like dust motes,

half-quotes,

and, lapsed Catholics.

My syntax
no longer bothers me. Every
thing
is taken in
stride.

The bills
are paid
now

with closed eyes.

`x~William-copyright 06*27*09

2 comments:

Gerry Boyd said...

Simply Bravo!

William H. Balzac said...

Thanks, Gerry. Your comments mean a lot. :)