hot yes

thickated, the time of year.
plants are full, leaves are all out.
carrying wads of green
more than you've seen
for a while,
oh, full summertime.

on an elevator

to the next person on a crowded elevator he says,

“Hey, a couple of lifetimes ago we were

both Indians and we used to hunt together.”

the person he had spoken to glanced over and said,

“Are you talking to me?”

geese around these parts

the large black and white Canadian geese know their own reflection in the lake.

would vent their wings to find me if they knew i had corn...a handful in my pocket.

found stones

nearly time for the show,

things to do...to be a participant.

checked all shelves and drawers,

every pocket. 

then got 'em, to my relief they turned up,

found the tickets. good looking tickets.

made with care.

time was short, had to leave now.

hummed a tune to myself all the way.

when i got to the exhibit

filed in with the rest, in order.

line kept moving.

yes, very crowded.

at the show looked with pleasure.

partly sunny, cool, light wind, and comfortable.

stones on the beach

are well shaped, softly colored,

attractive to spellbinding.

now the tough part:

long ago i heard, though it's wild, you don't take

rocks away from anywhere,

leave them where they are.

doing life

how are we?

working hard, sleeping well,

eating right, exercising?

make a list.

keep in line.

oh...enjoy life.