RELOCATION REVEALS THIS, A POETRY FOLDER FROM 2002
In that first blink
I recall the joy of breaking ink
That first line of verse
Applauded by the universe
Settled in paper
Dried thoughts
Scrapes of the heart
Before it tore me apart
The time has come
To where I want to belong
And sing the thoughts that live in my shed
Without the tone of agent’s breath
Blowing chagrin on my song.

