Three Untitled Poems

by James Gould


alone with no one to love
longing my constant comrade
halfway fills my heart


sun gazed upon
moon likes us to look


warble huddles from
driven frozen white
waiting without song
for fragrant plum petals


In the past, I was a patent litigator. In the present I am a motorcyclist, a world traveler, a learning-to-be-writer and a devourer of books and New York City culture.