My favorite poetic subjects seem to be faith, history and lost love.
This piece about item number three is about two sweethearts who drifted apart, but still seem to like each other and have a meeting in the hallway at school. This happened to me often during my freshman year of high school (at Richwoods in Peoria, IL) and they were good days, as rare as they were.

A good day at Richwoods

I sleepwalk through another lonely day

in this oversized warehouse for teenagers.

Oh, isn't high school fun?

For some perhaps.


Last year, I liked someone.

Now I choke when I see her across the hall,

Passing like a mirage,

Two shadows fleeting in the night,

reduced to a few nervous "hi's" in the hallway.

Now, I try to muddle thorugh

as 2400 pitiless shadows

tell me there are other girls.

You can have them, they aren't her.


But on this day,

I nearly run over her.

Our eyes meet,

she grins at me,

I wink at her.

And just for a while,

a long dead magic is back.