The Rind

Longtime writer with twelve books in publication. Three of them Poetry. : The Death Of The Playground : The Sword Of Ichiban : Searching For Crazy Horse : Darkening Sun : An Anthology Of Perception-Vol's 1 & 2 : After Midnight : Sammy And Bumpers : The Fall City Mandate : Revenge Along The War …






We breathe the same air
  and split the same bed

We share a last name
  in silent lament

The children are out
  new grandchildren named

But frozen emotion
  has left us both lame

The sins of the one
  to the other are death

In terminal sorrow
  we take our last breaths

Time has no answer
  and not often kind

Our inner fruit rotten
 —just leaving the rind

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)

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