Who to Ask
“You ask good questions and you ask the right people,” said my sponsor.
“I ask questions because I need answers,” my reply.
“Do you know how many people need answers and never ask?” she quipped.
“I ask my friends, no stroke of genius there,” I continue.
“You ask your playmates, you ask the people you trust enough to have fun with. You don’t realize how clever that is. You know lots of folks who work hard and you could ask your questions of these, but instead you save them for those diligent ones who still know how to play and that, Sweetie Pie is proof that you are no dummy.”
You may mute your horn, but don’t soap your bow
CRUMPLED PETALS IN MY POCKET
I can't bring back the bloom
Cohesion, lost ripeness
Is left only to memory
I carry home the parts
Folded, petite, fragrant bedding
For my wistful desires
I put these colored remnants into a jar of salt
I make an aromatic rub
For the sweetest wounds
Transforming the parts to useful duty
Doesn't restore the flower
It doesn't pay tribute to the past, it is survival
I have a mind filled with roses but I must make hay
Today I live, today the rose is dead
Its pieces in my pocket
I don't die with the blossom
Though my head blows in the wind
The rose runs its course, I run mine.