How do we tell

The story of our lives?

With a thousand pictures

Behind our eyes?

What words define

The steps we take to our graves?

Does the drumming

Of our heartbeat tap out

The rhythm of our pain?

As time washes through us

Like leaves in the Autumn rain

We ride the tide and

Know that as the story ends,

So does its narrator.

Anne D. Salyer

I was born and grew up in a small town in Oklahoma. Eventually I escaped to Kansas where I met the love of my life with whom I’ve been with for 25 years. We currently reside in Overland Park with three cats, my neglected poetic children, and this raccoon puppet. All in all, it is a good life!