by Rudyard Kipling

A right thing makes better.

Making this heart of mortal man rejoice

Which is worth more? The thrill, or the pain?

Here's a little poem I wrote about my wife one morning while she slept peacefully in an attic in upstate PA.

Until your heart stops beating

California state of mind

Love is not a place of the dark.

You may delay. But time will not.

The treachery of our heart Gives us Joy And Thrills

7/8/23 – Colorado: in a field out beyond right and wrong.