pre-op stuff today. Echogram and EKG. Chat with doctors. Long day though.

In honor of the Olympics!

Individual Gold

By

RD Larson

As if from beyond, is heard a voice,
Calling,
Faint, yet clear, one can hear,
The stream of future thoughts
Not yet born nor yet formed,
For each success, and each gain,
By its nature must preclude,
A struggle,
from choice to finish,
Of a mindful grasp of its valued result.

A search for fulfillment,
Is but true
Exploration of the ages,
For every conquest,
The valiant seek,
Not others to set the goal,
But the conqueror,
His inner clock and self alone
Can know the battles
Won
And feel the peace of work well-done.


for Steven
1998
By
RD Larson



and





No redemption
By
RD Larson

He knows his fractured death,
Lies so very near indeed.
He keens to carry on, blinded
By the shadow of his bleed.
Glitter hangs in shreds
Once he stood, man-seed,
Now he crumples, falls
Curled now in fetal need
That falls to fatal curl.