My favorite flowers are Carnations


one for your boutonnière
or two weeks by
the convalescent’s bedside

you adorn me with
a showy rose

that withers
by the hour



In the silent waiting time
One must trust of good intentions
And greet the guest with courtesy and respect

In between the lines of unsaid things
It does great harm to project insecurities
And lay foundation to an anger that is not there

Be truthful and give explanation to yourself
Even if none is given to you
But understand that all words hold the curse of Babel