roses and chains
all there is, is time
verses and musings of j stoeckmann, all rights reserved.
all there is, is time
the greeting for a brand new shadow
a patterned well-worn rut
Some days my friend the past…
dreaming magic jets autographing air
when buffalo played in the surf
Death slouches mean under clouds
Drink of this my salty cup of essence frail
told him to carry his self and what he could worry
Even the rainbow looks up to us. (A One-Act Play.)