dry my tears

dry my tears
in my dreams
i'm in my world
you are you

i may yell
but don’t cry often
hug my fears
then they soften

truth over fiction

a fast horse pays
the loser begs
truth is fiction
with better legs

M. is going shopping

M. is going shopping at trader joe’s
it’s an hour away
she’s taking me along
and will drop me off at a friend’s
who wants to show me his new bookcase - wow

that’ll take about a minute
so she told me to start now
to write down as many questions
about bookcases
that I can think of

4:09 a.m.

when I wake
in the middle of the night
as I often do,
should I listen with headphones
to radio reports on the BBC
or listen instead to the silence
and think my own thoughts?

what I was thinking in my world was dreaming not thinking
i can tell cause i woke up

what i was
thinking in
my world was
dreaming not
thinking i can
tell cause
i woke up

check out time

quite a morning breeze
that knocked down
her favorite dark red hollyhocks
while she was looking
out the kitchen window

then she saw it leap
through the flowers
in blowing rain and heavy winds
that came for hours and hours
one more frog followed the exit sign
one more for the road

leaving only a pair
out there
a boy frog
and his girlfrog friend
loving right down
to the very end

as luck would have it

as luck would have it
an expression that grew because others
recognized it, picked it up and rolled with it,
it became a part of the vernacular

so, as luck did have it, seven old friends
happened together for an afternoon
to laugh and compare
review and declare

five friends stopped by our home
fifty years ago five of us were in that summer,
that particular time of our young lives,
before our first year of high school began

if we could have fed our friends
and wrapped them in blankets
they would have stayed all night
however, on improvisation we did okay

mark it as a day well done
in light drink, snacks, long talk and laughter
pile this onto our stack of pleasant memories
of life worth living - good fortune for us