Still, Though

Two people sit opposite in deep-hearted

disagreement talking of their lives,

laughing, frrowning, smiling, sipping

coffee hoping the conversation

does not end.

           One Step, Then Another

I am listening for the combination

of sounds that says footsteps

are being taken;

                           there is no solitary

footstep, just like no singular moment

of love exists.

                      So I listen and look

for that one step making the next.

         I Don't Know What It Means

Everytime I think,

"She's not the one for me,"

my heart and soul and body

break into laughter.

(written in tree stands while deer hunting)

-Byron Hoot