R is for Random Recollection

Out of the ether, a couple of my old poems from university days showed up in my Facebook messages today from a friend who was – no doubt is – a brilliant poet. How funny that he still had these scraps and came across them. And how nice that he took the time to share them with me and send them back to my Recollection.

Note: drier should be *dryer*. I’ve come a long way, baby! LOL. The year is missing from the dates, but I’m guessing about ’85 or so.