Bite The Drink

   In a simple glass of watery wine.
I cannot find a true reflection.
The glass is never still,
without ripples,without splashily slipping,
down smooth green sides.
Lips, perhaps parched,
maybe chapped, pained peeling.
Ahhh, but to moisten a moment.
     I cannot find myself,
in the rippling distortion.
A shining ball, a dull book.
Pray,give pause, for do they define,
in some possible mirror of momentary grasp.
A second stopped to be gazed upon.
The wonders that maybe.
In a hopeful wish.
In a shaky hand.
In an empty glass.                                                                

                                                       (10-20-10)injured hand writing(6-23-10)

My Daughter's Driving License

   She got her license first try. Awesome!! I'm so proud of her. She worked hard and got it. I will always worry about her. Even though she is a really responsible teen. I'm going to the o.b.  with my wife for a check up on the newest, soon to be member of the family.

Mahalo.