They speak of love
as cotton candy
They queue up a serpent
of sweat and hope.
I’ve known love
as that balcony silhouette
in colorless petticoats
watering dead hibiscus
Her vacant eyes
have met mine at times
if only by accident.
Her wrinkles split
by narrow sun beams
stretch in half-smiles
now and again.
I’ve known love
as a gray-haired refraction
no queue can reach
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I am in awe of creative ideas
irreverence for the revered
life’s too short to sit and wonder
life’s to long to fill with hatred
life’s too short to sit and wait
life’s too long not to love everyone,
“Gather ye rosebuds while ye may…”
Avoided them for 35 years
A person I almost married
Was a cherry eater
We ended badly
Swore them off forever
Till now
Funny how I held a grudge
against a fruit
Enjoying them again
They are dangerous though
The pits
Going slow, enjoying the ride
Nothing has happened ever since
the first embers of the sun
reduced to ashes, misshapen
animals pranced around
unaware of grotesque features, wildly rabbits danced, the wildlife
sanctuary nearer home
bristled with poachers
even as the sad-looking deer
withdrew into a shell, mingled with the habitat
human beings only prowled
around, and guilt hung on the wind helpless, grief in sin
who lives now, bird animal man
mammal, the elephant’s tusk is precious, more dear
than ordinary humdrum lives.