20210831.0430

The most noble span will end all too soon
Following the sun and not the moon
And I cry out, a forelorn loon
Because I have missed my chance

20210830.0430

Sandpaper stares out
Scraping against itself less and less
And I really ought to put it away
But I have to keep it out
Even though I
Do
Not
Want
To

20210829.0430

I heard it on the radio
When she opened her store
There was a line down the street
Standing in the mist
And I thought of Dian Fossey
But I am not sure the subjects are so noble
And I am not sure Sigourney Weaver will take a role
In such a production as could be made from this

20210828.0430

Riding along
She spoke of a squishy cranberry
And my face soon matched its hue
In part at surprise and chagrin that she
Spoke so of a bog-borne fruit
In part because I didn't think of it
Though the metaphor is sensible enough
And maybe someday I will speak of it with her
When she asks me questions she hesitates to ask her mother
Or which her mother refers to me
There are some things I know more about
Few though they are
But it is more likely she will recall
Steel trap mind not rusted shut
And kept from the rain so it will not likley be

20210827.0430

A final day with the love goddess awaits
As I linger in this place where I have spent years
And though I feel the lack of a celebration I had once enjoyed
Surrounded by thousands screaming in delight
Moaning together as faces find turf
Still I look ahead to other days
And the love goddess embraces me now
As she will when I go on to greener fields

20210826.0430

Connected to the world
I once again
Breathe in deeply
Breathe out fully
Empty myself into the world for all to see
Breathe in again
And if there is some stink upon the air
There is also the smell of flowers
Of brewing coffee
Of a crackling fire
And that
At least
Is good

20210825.0430

Only four more months remain
Until the time comes back again
When all the shopping must be done
And many have not yet begun
Though displays now start to appear
Though the day does not draw near
As yet. The early salvos fall
In what all too many call
A war. It only has one side
Though its hawks won't be denied
And call for muster even now--
I'll not buy gifts yet, anyhow.

20210824.0430

The lilting young voices call
Singing songs that need an undergirding harmony
A root over which to build the chord
How hard it is not to run away
Join them in that verse
Base them in a baritone
Yet that cannot yet be

20210823.0430

Clay dug out from among the cypress knees
Hardened bark kneeling beside the virgin's flow
Beside which bushes grow and white hills rise
Taken to a bank
Whether hands will work upon it
Shape it into some new thing
Or simply change it out for money
Uncertain
But possible

20210822.04130

I once again stand
Where the road diverges
Not in a wood despite the trees around
But amid the rolling limestone hills
And one way is clear and open to me
Familiar from many times walking along it
Hurt is at the end of it
Its pavement is only pain
I do not want to take that road this time
But I fear to go another way