Charley circa 1961

by Roxie Powell

Crystalline child
Trying to hot wire
Your dreams,
Electric throbs
Pulse your brain.

With surprising grace
You fold off a window sill
Having been placed there
By a sister’s will, and she
No Albert Schweitzer,
Passes you by.

Life astounds,
Harsh as secret hurts,
Yet you strip away sludge,
Quote Horace and
Find new connections
To radiate our minds.