A Sample poem called "Eclipse" from my book Forbidden:
We did not look up but looked down...
Even trees' leaves were half-moons
Like the sun on the paper.
As time began to shadow all that was said and done,
So too slowly the future began to run,
And the leaves' shadows were crescents,
Reminding us that everything was almost won,
As the moon now blocked in totality the sun.
Until the storm and rain pulled over
That which was now already said and begun.
