You are there and I am here.
You are beautiful.
Eavesdropping in your conversation,
I find not surprisingly you are intelligent.
To talk with you, to be with you,
To eventually kiss.
My dream ideal we get along;
Asymptote of what would really happen.
As you walk away, I smile and you smile back.
Yours is a smile of polite acknowledgment
While mine resonates of failure
And serves as camouflage of a love that will never be.

If Worms Wisened Up

Earthen worm in the sandy soil
Mulching, recycling, toiling.
His companion, his twin
Knabbed by the evil robin
And plucked from his muddy home;
Leaving only lonesome.
Slimy tears upon his face
He swore to erase
This fatal error
And live deeper.
Soon they all moved below tree roots
And atop cave roofs.
But it wasn’t long before the world above died;
Leaving only lonesome.

To Be Published in April 2000:
The Bee
Within the quiet confines of the quiet playground
I watch a bee fall into a shallow puddle,
Gasp its last breath
And drown---
In a nature so subtle.
Friends of the bee continue to swarm 
And run
Near the chains of the motionless swings
And near the reflection of the ascending sun
Contained in the steamy warm
Metallic surface of the slide.
Unable to move and unable to hide,
The loneliness swells and stings,
Inside the personas of the bee.