2044. On Solitude

I see yachts

Lots

Lone

Without

Owners

Ripples

On water

A beach

Without sand

Sailboats

Distant

On the bay

Oakland's

Mounts

Barren

And whitecaps

Fast moving

Away

Pale

Blue

Skies

Shine

A flag waves

A jogger passes

The scene is

Tranquil

But lacking

Joy

Life in San Francisco

2043. Natural Truth

It's not your fault

That I loved you

And you cared not

For me

What is there

To blame

In your behavior

You lapped up

My attention

And purred

In the glow

Of my affection

How could I

Hate you

For being true

To your nature

Observations, Dating

2042. Life Spirit

The tree

Across the street

Undulates

Dancing

To the music

Of the wind

Rain thrilling

Each leafy

Fingertip

Branches

Like arms

And hips

Swing

To a complicated

Rhythm

With choreography

Mesmerizing

Who says

It has no spirit

The life inside

Is evident

2041. (This Year's Twitter) Revolution

Great hardship

Spawns

Resurgence

Will

And fierce

Endurance

Revolution

As the sufferer

Has nothing

To lose

Twitter

A fast

Mechanism

For social

Martial

Organization

Fueled a furor

Still in progress

Messages

Bred

Of technical

Limitation

To create

A heart beat

Of one hundred

Forty characters

Only

Are changing

The face

The life blood

Of history

2040. For the One

This is for the husband

I thought I had

The one, who loved me,

Glad to see me

Full of joy and affection

This is for the husband

I thought I married

The one, who kissed my hand,

Looked in my eyes and

Saw their hazel hew

Spiriting to me the thought

"I belong to you"

This is for the husband

I wish I had

The one imagined

Other than this man

Varnished with false hope

Born from my deepest lack

For consistency, loyalty, kindness

And passion

This is for the husband

Perhaps yet to be

Come fill my life

With playful fantasy

My promise to you:

Many years of wonder

And joyful imagination

2039. Crescent Moon

Crescent moon

On blue black

Velvet

Breast, beard,

Or butt cheek

How can this

Night beauty

Appear

So lurid

An image of

Sci fi

Fantasy

2038. Remember

I remember what it felt like

To be in love with you

Arms and legs entwined

No yours or mine

I remember what it felt like

To be in love with you

Fingers clasping, soul wrapping

Every inch finding an inch of you

I remember what it felt like

To be in love with you

Two heads, one pillow

No thought of tomorrow

I remember what it felt like

To be in love with you

Every sense at peak awareness

In bliss, in rapture we two

I remember what it felt like

To be in love with you

Total focus in the moment

Time melted; we became immortal

I remember what it felt like

To be in love with you

Seconds stretched; hours blended

No day or night outside your bedroom

I remember what it felt like

To be in love with you

Human, alive, transcendent

Two people in one love, one vibrant life in two

2037. Time

White blinding mountains

Bright shining sun

White blinding reservoir

G-d's will be done

Bright shining cars

Asphalt, time

Time, time

Life's precious hours

Pass by

On the highway

With each turning

Of the sun

2036. Corporate Accountability

With great profit

Comes great responsibility

Today's great companies

Exceed the strength

Agility and speed

Of nations

What course do

They choose

Fly their employees

And their families

Of all nationalities

To safety

Or allow

Them to perish

In Tokyo's close

Proximity

To nuclear reactors

2035. Memory Store

Sausalito holds

A memory store

Not one single

Computer

Is shown

Instead

Mickey Mantle

Babe Ruth

Marilyn Monroe

Marlon Brando

Robert Deniro

John F. Kennedy

And Jackie O

Find a home

They are pictured

In American lore

The great women

And men

Of yore

Storied

Full of so

Much more

Glory

Than today's

Pale

Hollywood

Shadows

Life in San Francisco

2034. Joseph Phelps Membership

Wine club

Membership

Is

A sunny day

The St. Helena

Way

Gazing

On green

And yellow

Wild flowered

Vine covered

Hills

Tasting merlot

Cabernet

And petit

Verdot

Formulating

Your own

Bordeaux

A luxury

Experience

At no additional

Expense

Happily Married in San Francisco, Life in San Francisco

2033. Love Is

Love is

A saucer

A fresh roll

Of paper towels

The toilet seat

Down

A light bulb

Changed

The dishes

Arranged

Love comes

In a thousand

Ways

Happily Married in San Francisco