Oct 18 2005
Here Is My Home
Here Is My Home
by Sander Roscoe Wolff ©
The world, these days, seems like such a small place.
Their fingers touch as they walk,
and he almost feels her sweet breath in his ear
as they talk by phone.
Oct 18 2005
Here Is My Home
by Sander Roscoe Wolff ©
The world, these days, seems like such a small place.
Their fingers touch as they walk,
and he almost feels her sweet breath in his ear
as they talk by phone.
Oct 18 2005
Haiku – Wildflower Spring
by Sander Roscoe Wolff ©
Wildflower spring is
Exploding across meadows;
Dew clings to petals.
Oct 18 2005
Haiku – Happy
by Sander Roscoe Wolff ©
I wanted to be
Happy but then realized
I already was.
Oct 18 2005
Grains
by Sander Roscoe Wolff ©
This old woman’s body,
With bones and hair
Thinning, with
Stones forming, and
Mind going, still
Pulses with an
Undeniable energy.
Oct 18 2005
Girl On A Swing
by Sander Roscoe Wolff ©
Dark eyes shine,
reflecting trees and skies
as they fly by.
Oct 18 2005
Giraffe Dingus
by Sander Roscoe Wolff ©
Poor lil fellow,
Small by Giraffe standards.
Stuck here behind walls,
Gates and fences,
On display to passers by
Like me.
We’re brothers,
In a way:
Both statistically small, yet
I’d take your
Below-average
Giraffe dingus
Any day.
Oct 18 2005
Fruit Salad
by Sander Roscoe Wolff ©
It was thrilling to see her excitement with each new discovery
Each Farm Boy spotlight illuminated ripe treasures
Generating a frenzied flurry of purchases
Oct 18 2005
Fragments
by Sander Roscoe Wolff ©
Drawn from the chest, the breath extracted,
Light throws the head back, hot breath exhaled.
It knows the insides, the secret places,
It burns away the remnants of complacency,
Dissolves the I, until the powdered ash is laid,
Like a shroud, over everything.
Oct 18 2005
Evidence of Design
by Sander Roscoe Wolff ©
This watch is broken,
cracked and crushed by some unknown force,
washed up on some forgotten shore.
Oct 18 2005
Elephant Leg
by Sander Roscoe Wolff ©
There’s a part of you
I cannot see or touch.
In the dark, alone, I know
every curve of your body.
I could sculpt you from memory.
Each detail vivid in
my mind’s eye.