i have no love of words

i tell stories   some are true   most

are half-truths   i like to write

of friends and lovers

little else matters to me   sometimes

i write of places    shorelines

golden hills of oaks   evenings

on the patio

with colin and his grandfather

sometimes 

i remember specific days 

and write of them   but words   i take

what's at hand   and hope

the reader will make something of them