untitled(for Zelda)

The earth will open,
see her future among the, waves
the colors bright,
of freedom granting life,who's
gloom begins another day, of thought
thought leaves us paralyzed, alive
alive we wounder why, today
today ends only briefly, we sigh.
B.
untitled,undated written after spending time
with Rowdy's mother Zelda Monroe
she was stricken with Alzheimer's and past away
in May of 2007