Alarm number 1 beeps
and I hit the snooze.
Then clock number 2
starts singing the blues.
poem
Our Love
Baby, there’s no maybe
when I say I love you.
And maybe, baby,
if you love me, too –
My tomorrow
It’s me, saying my night prayer
and sending it urgently up to there.
A hard task is in front of me –
I can’t avoid it or let it be. Continue reading
Goodbye Shane
I heard the news just the other day,
my good friend from junior high days,
had to leave his family,
he had to go away.
Stirring the pot
She resented the fact
they had placed her in the middle.
She did not like it at all,
no how, not even a little. Continue reading
As big as Wyoming
A boy met a girl
that’s how it did begin.
One smile from her,
and his heart was in.
Feeling Old
Nearly ten years past thirty
and I’m feeling so hurty
after running with the cubs all day long.
“Climb the hill,” they said to me –
“you can do it, it’s easy.”
Under the warmth of the sun
How did I get here?
How did I get in this mess?
Breathing musty air
and surrounded by darkness.
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