arrogance passes,
and we move one step closer
to finding wisdom.

to be a hero
or maybe just another
sacrificial lamb.

unintentional
travesties are commonplace,
but regrets remain.

if memory serves,
the 11th was the date
of Frank’s arrival.

try not to forget
that whatever came before
is our foundation.

it’s everything I hate to see;
this lack of confidence unchallenged,
and it’s no mistake.

it’s just the way you plan it:
no bliss, but no earth shattering, the way
fragile hopes can break.

tell me how, again,
you’re happier this way;
it’s easier you say.

I have no doubt it is.
a change in perspective takes a lot;
objects at rest resist the thought
of the slightest motion.

lose with certainty
wrestling insecurities
no longer my own.

words most unwelcome
when work’s not air-conditioned:
“hottest weather yet”

inner harbor blues,
busker’s twilight serenade
falls on the water.

counting ev’ry step
leading me all the way down
from before to now.

subtle convergence
of things going unnoticed
until they consume.