side B
every record needs
a second song
I have reached my retirement years--but I'm ready for a second act.
side B
every record needs
a second song
I have reached my retirement years--but I'm ready for a second act.
trying to sleep
after the business meeting . . .
chamomile tea
mourning cloak
gold bands flitter
through the woods
sparrows
and goslings
--city life
posting
poets on twitter
--the sparrow sings
theory
or reality
learning to eat rice
rejected
again--but still
writing joy
hesitant . . .
the step into
an unknown
long hair
cut off everyone--
copy one two three
plane tickets
a heart drawn to
Hilda's country
cool morning
and a brisk walk . . .
cricket song
a twirl
together . . .
their new song
dee-dee-dee
a chickadee
just out of sight
corn soup
with fried bread . . .
a good way
a fan spreads out . . .
turkeys in the early
sunlight
key lime pie ice cream--
a hot summer day
even by the lake
murmuring--
a dance erupts
skyward
questions tumble out--
the long walk to Emmaus
with Jesus
free to walk--
local turkeys
cross the back roads
waiting
for intersections
a new at home
weekly mail--
the ghoulish postcard
for a Harry Potter fan
summer rain--
the rumbles of
a cold front
morning tea
to the song of sparrows . . .
saturday pause
mosquitos
suddenly in the woods--
summer rains
free range
children . . .
a worship style
jack-in-the-pulpit . . .
and still the preacher
sings