Trace,
words from pencil, writing lines.
sketches, generationís story, familyís time.
Fingers caressing my wifeís incision sites.


Footsteps, Daniel Boonís Cumberland miles.
Stars from tent flap, Appalachian night sky.
Wild flower patters, forest understory.


Bees from flowers, honey in our hives.
Moonlight streams, tears down my cheek.
Twenty-eight years, my eyes around you.