The tree

The tree

pushing at the fence

bends the heavy metal posts.

 

I have seen loneliness

made beautiful

and love made abhorrent.

 

Look through the eyes

of Edward Hopper

and see the lonely rooms of New York come alive.

 

She is beautiful

her words are magic

her face is brighter than the sun.

 

One way leads to destruction

and the other

to extinction.

 

If you find a coin in the street

hold it, smile for luck

then give it to someone who needs it more than you.