The breezy voices

The breezy voices

Of other people’s

Children drift

Prodigal with a

Sunday carpenter’s

Power saw

Each making

Their own device

Filtered up to

My cabined

Window

Tom McGlynn

copyright 2018

Over the next

Over the next

Half century

A never-before

Exhibited

Reverse destiny

Suddenly spotted

You

And so it

Goes easy

To pile up

Natural forces

Lots of energy

And color

In this one

Yet chock full

Of dissociation

Tom McGlynn
copyright 2018

Blame this

Blame this

Endless winter

Is a privately-owned

Raised by

A silent father

Out on home

Ice tonight

Testing the free

Press myth

Tom McGlynn

copyright 2018