One Leg

At twelve, thirteen 

I lost the reins 

to my happy goat.

Waking I see

I’m the one legged child

unable to keep up.

BFM

Dove Aria

Ten thousand mornings

pass and my dove claims

to have birthed each one.

Cooing from her perch 

like the passing sun

"Wake up you buffoon."

B.F.M.