HOMELY PSALM

HOMELY PSALM

A plain face has its own estate –
So easy to adorn –
Enhancement almost effortless –
A smile can cancel scorn.

A low grace has its own reward –
No vanity to flaunt –
Reminded by forgetfulness
The emptiness of vaunt.

Familiar countenance is home –
To welcome frailty
As echo of a former age
Beyond debility.

The dead are not presumable –
They leave a vivid trace
Of helix-sculpted elegance –
Dimensions out of place.

(16 September 2010, Provo, Utah)

RINK SONG

RINK SONG

I know how to weave –
To move in and out –
Maintaining my speed –
Selecting a route –
Respecting Their space –
I know how to pass
In cross-over strokes –
Glide forward and back –
I practice new skills –
I learn how to spin –
Whirl left and twirl right –
Curve out and turn in.

(16 September 2010, Provo, Utah)