Excerpt from

Lines to Stitch Inside a Child's Pocket

Boy now, man later; and all the story in between:
Yes breaking down to No, joy to pain.

Milk now, meat later; separation, fuse.
Swim the river rising and with patience take your aim.

Miss once, miss again; and your whole life seems a waste.
The target is yourself becoming brave.

Who soon, who later? whatever happens next 
Someday you'll lose us in the in-between.

"Lines to Stitch Inside a Child's Pocket" first appeared in Boston Phoenix