lyudmila

henry 7. reneau, jr.

stillwaters run deep . . .
-the four tops

something there, to remind me of
beauty that sketches come-on lines
over the top of designer glasses,
like covert flirtations discerning fairytales.

someone has to carry the dream that
lights ignites writes . . . shakes
wakes the sleeping world ablaze to
living out loud!

herself
reinventing the human touch,
a seismic ripple on a pond
that has repercussions on what lies below.