In honor of National Poetry Day I have decided to dust off and share a decade-old untitled poem from October 2004.
mistaken, forlorn
old past and new future
both presently scorned
all graciousness pondered
vivaciousness, squandered
would asking a question
be too much to ask?
though I haven’t any
so alters the task
now do bask as one
in the seas of the many
but relinquish your mask