(by jann castor, Thursday, July 12, 2001)
is a dynamic you cannot foresee.
There is bliss and anguish walking hand in hand.
There is love
There is a
moth of summer on the edge of your window
You have visitors,
who show up uninvited
They are your teachers, whoever they are.
Those who frighten
Those who entice
Your body is
all, but do not allow them to abide,
Now, grow from that or shrivel away!
What else would you expect to hear?
copyright Jann C. Castor © 2001WGA