From Her Beautiful, Beautiful Body

From her beautiful, beautiful body
I turn to her bountiful soul,
And walk as I have desired to walk –
One step at a time – and laugh, love, and cry
As I have desired these, and breathe freely.

Copyright Glenn D. Horne, 2017

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Chong

Chong,
For how long
Have you gone?
You’ve been gone too long.
Where
Have you gone
For so long?
Absent friends for evermore…
Chong!

Copyright Glenn D. Horne, 2017

The Dreams of My Father

In the misty rain,
I see the apple tree –
the tree which my father said would not grow,
but which grew;
the tree which my father said would not bear fruit,
but which bore fruit.

I am this tree.

I feel the air,
cool and moist;
I hear birds
chirping in my boughs;
I look up, down, and all around –
I see the dreams of my father.

Copyright Glenn D. Horne, 2015