Wednesday, October 6, 2010

Epitaph for a Lady

A butterfly stretches newly minted wings
exotic and remote,
and hurricanes ensue.

While closer to home a tenant longs for ownership,
a salesman dreams of financial reward,
And a marquee goes dark.

All things connected.
All lines intersect.
All interests converge into one vibrating whole.

Building for Lease

Silent and solemn.
Who knew lust would quickly die
at the hand of greed?