VERONA'S JULIET

VERONA'S JULIET

So many visitors have rubbed her face
And other invasions of personal space
So now she’s in Castelvecchio’ museum
No more touching, you can only see them;
Such bronze and beauty one can’t replace.

MORNING hawk (haiku)

MORNING HAWK

He sat majestic
Upon steeple, surveying
Eternal domain.

NIGHT

Nighttime has no face,
And so, no need to replace
This light with shadow.