Tonys laugh

the quick draw kid

collage artist

the warmth in our cellar

his guffaw

shook the walls

his words softened

the hardest blow

he brought us

to the edge of a poem

spinning a web

as he leaped into the mix

phillosophising

to Stus

what ifs.....

over morning coffee

blowing a poem

warmth in our hearts

shanna--

from down under

winter
the night was cold,
but I survived
hot water bottle
by my side
( a lone mans bride)

morning
brings warmth
sun on my skin
life is mine
I smile
(a lone mans reward)

Vinci..