I started life again today,
Bring it on... i'm here ta play,

With Love and peace to float on sorrow,
I'll do the same again tomorrow.

To paint a pretty face
on an otherwise ugly beast,
is like dancin' at the dinner
where you're the featured feast.

(Wrote this while considering the knack we have for putting syrup on a mustard pie and accepting it over and over as beauty and good taste.)

"Because I torture you're flesh,
Because I rake you accross the rocks,
Because I twist your frame,
You think,I am out to get you.

NOT TRUE.....

"These are the things I do to make you new".

The wind blew a dead leaf,
down the sidewalk,
it passed me as I wrote.

The leaf caught my attention,
but when I looked,
it stopped,
about five feet away..... motionless,
as if I had surprised it,
and it died again.

I looked away to resume writeing,
and I could hear the leaf move off down the sidewalk,
It is a nice day for a stroll.

It's a kind day,
where windows are pushed wide open,
like bright eyes on a brick face,
to look beyond itself,
to smile waves onto linen curtains,
to breathe sunlight upon golden oak flooring.