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.