Paradise View

A Book of Poems

I have no place to go except by foot

I have no secrets. In a listening ear

Every sentence sounds what it's about

Just out of frame. As a photographer

Can break hearts simply by showing you young

Handsome, strong, and on a mountain bike

The band plays and you wonder if the song

Is one you heard before. An old score reeks

Of mildewed paper if not taken down

To hear about love or exotic lands

To seek regret. You know where I am found

In so many words. Give me a hand