Bruce reminded all present that nominations are being sought for next year's HPNA officers. Anyone interested in nominating themselves, or better yet a friend, is asked to contact Alan at the number above. Bruce adjourned the meeting and neighbors crowded round to hear more about the cement truck.

Bear with me while I cling
to the last sweet moments
of this season,
this one which has
surprised me with
gifts of rain
and roses
an evening with friends
honest in its intensity
truthful even in its myths,
a gift that night of
satisfaction so deep
it tweaked my soul,
sought for since conception
perhaps, that instant,
the lift on which hawks soar
a surfer's monster wave
the other side of the mirror
more than that
the orgasm of belonging
shuttering through
the virgin's yearning
both sweet and sorrowful,
immersed in oneness
and separateness
emerging out of doubt.
Bear with me while
I create a new myth,
the pictures different
than I'd expected
pure in their spontaneity.
Sometimes we look too
hard with our eyes,
weave our fabrics too tightly,
think we know what should
unfold
and miss the pure and painful
truth because we have
left our hearts' doors locked.
Moments. Come. Go.
I know: I am missing this one
while holding onto the last.
Moments. Come. Go.