Helen of Juliet

I was a barefoot hobo when we first met—
surviving on raisins,
brussels sprouts, and rocks.
Who could've ever imagined
that one day I’d be
strolling down the boulevard,
wearing these fabulous red shoes
purchased from the T.J. Maxx,
arm-in-arm with my Helen of Juliet?

The Silent Haiku

The phone does not ring,
and so he sits at his desk,
and dreams of the moon.

The Poem at the Edge of Love

They came from opposite worlds.
He was going one way
and she another.
And when they met
at the edge of the cliff...
They looked.
They saw.
They did
not
fall...

in love.

Though they did love each other.
For that moment.
And then they went
back to their respective homes.
Alive.