Poem
54 years ago, I sat by the rock at East Coast Park. The birds in the tree were chirping. The waves were licking the beach. The wind was caressing my face. I was young, single and wondering what the future hold. Today I went back to the same rock, an
Poem
(Haiku) Yellow umbrella Skylines hum, I stay unhurried Moon keeps my secret Explanation: In a world of black and white, I choose to be the one color that cannot be ignored. While the city is alive, busy, and restless, I remain calm. The city does not know why I stopped.