Rain Cafe
• by Lee Estepp •
And when sitting
at a table
without guide,
without beverage;
And I saw her walk past,
down the April thoroughfare;
How soon
Again
I felt the need of sunshine
and left my table
to walk in the rain…
Concierto en el Catedral de Cuernavaca
• by Domingo F. Vargas •
Golden dome, arching above
the Christ hanging,
floating in the air.
Musical hands, skillfully
touching ivory keys, (El Puerto).
Echoes bouncing
from wall to wall,
the saints are still deaf
to life.
The faithful listen to artistic
hands. What of their mind?
Tourists gawk from behind sunglasses,
reflecting darkness.
The night has stars,
what about the mind?
The Wall of Fear
• by Domingo F. Vargas •
Mountains in storms
Disappear behind the wall
Of rain; they are transformed
Into the edge of a crack, that
If we climb at the right
Time through this opening, we
Shall find clear pools of water,
Reflecting life’s beauty, known
Only to those innocent enough to
Climb the wall of fear.
Thoughts Inspired
• by Sandy Ashley •
The summer forest is dim
with the heavy thicket
of pines and sweet gums,
while the sounds of
birds calling lend their
sweetness to the delicate
ferns, softly lit by an
intermittent shaft
of sunlight.