There is a place
in man’s heart
for only truths.
Where snide remarks
meet with curmudgeonry
and swords pierce fog
on wordless afternoons.
Where callused hands on sweaty shovels
uncover tenuous deceptions
shifting through the sands
like sidewinders.
Where each stroke
brings us nearer
to a soft core
full of unexpected jokes,
untainted romances,
and contagious laughter.
The Bird's Song 