- She Touches Flowers
I lose awhile the harried world’s hysteria,
Seeing you so winsome in wisteria.
If I could mend rent minds with strands of mystery–
If I could heal sore hearts from hurts of history–
I might tell the world how time can linger
To sanctify a petal or a finger.
Late Century Love
Will you still whisper in my ear in 2093,
As you and I walk hand in hand along the asphalt lea,
By mountains raised from rubble, beside a sterile sea,
That is, of course, if we can breathe, provided we can see?