By Joe Sonnenblick I never picked a ripe piece of fruit in my life,Always biting into sour dreamscape.The greatest moments of us, fleetingThe vivid nature of the memory, dulled.I want to know why you were who you were?Fourteen years on,No prediction or summationsGentle hush over the arborsThen sirens blare,Breaking the autumn gazeStaring out into the … Continue reading Sun Dancer
Academy of the Heart And Mind 