This is NOW! Next Now … What NOW? Baby Breathe!
We talk, as we walk paths curving through city sanctuaries, thru the streets
and speculate on future memories, planned retrospectives, looking back on
the “good ole days” as comfortable as slumbers on the family couch.
Now, there’s no resting until the work of peace and love is done.
This is NOW! Next Now … What NOW? Next Step!
Here, the steps never retreat as we discuss the themes of today’s war and
bygone friends, as leaves of a single season float earthward on the path
before us, while a lonely few on outstretched branches, hold on for dear life,
forgotten by pale siblings who have surrendered on the sidewalks, streets
and neighboring lawns. These are memories left behind, while some pain
remains: like broken teddy bears in toy chests and dried flowers, forgotten
on the coffee table. There’ll be no place for better times until the works of
rediscovered love and friendship are done . . .
Excerpt from the book, “ENOUGH say their names.”