Bee Cave Arts Foundation
Hive Gallery
12700 Hill Country Blvd
Bee Cave, Texas
As the weight of the snow bends the bough,I consider the weight of the world.The branch could crackAnd part of it will be lostLeaving a scarAnd a feeling in the treeThat it is incomplete.Or a wind of change could comeAnd cause all that troubles the treeTo cascade to its foundation.But…
I don’t think I’ll look for love again. maybe I’ll seek out a dark alley with opioid addicts, hoping for a victim from a foreign town whose absence won’t be noticed for a week or more. or perhaps I’ll take out an ad in the classifieds, if they still have…
I have danced around the abyss before
Perched precariously
Along its jagged peaks
Seeking adventure
Just out of reach.
I have walked through the desert before
Parched and beaten
By the noon day sun
Seeking fortune
Or a little fun…
There’s no devastating surprise to slap you like cold water and wake from the dream…