Rambunctious Ransom

Broken whisky bottle on the front step,
Little girl tripping out the door.
What was I, four?
I still carry the scar.
Another slice of life.

Sidewalk Poets

Under an Autumn sycamore tree,

Three friends share time together.

Warm hearts of passion's fervor,

With laughter, smiles, and adventure.

Loving their poet's vigor,

Sisters, my wealth of treasure.