Arbre

I wish I was

A large stretching oak tree -

- Long tuff arms

Naturally engineered

For throwing acorns

At people.

Marilyn

I followed

Chanel No. 5

Into the night;

She walked her

Hips into her dress -

- And intoxicated

I drifted amongst

The thought

Of roses on her lips.

Escape

I wish I could find
Peace from
This world of
Pretentious babbling.
I think
I will run away
And
Live out my days
In the familiar
Solitude of
My mind.

Trees of green

Look at those trees

Amongst the winter sun;

Watch how they dance

And laugh

When the northerly

Wind blows,

And see how

They smile

At the thought of

Spring

That will arrive

In a dream of greens.

Watching

I watched for you
At the long window that
Faced south;

Beyond the glass
And it’s captured lights
The winter night
Glared balefully back,

Later I would
Notice that
The trees
Were hanging
About like prowlers,
And,
Ever fearless,
I charged into the night
Waiting for you by a sycamore,
Both of us longing
For the lushness of spring.

Railroad station

the photographer 1

railroad tracks 3

railroad tracks2

Railroad tracks 1

Father and Son.

M. Hopkins

A. Hopkins 2

A. Hopkins