prances on table
noses into coffee cups
no cream, no sugar
Month: September 2017
1305
orphans of the storm
left hung out to dry
strangle on red tape
1304
shortstop fumbles
kids and parents cheer
safe on first at last
1303
fighting the fall
trees shed arrowheads
apache summer
1302
cats nap on my lap
Iβll sit till they wake
avoiding housework
1301
news update
we’re not yet nuclear ash
waiting for his tweet
1300
I buy pencils
made in Vietnam
naked burning child
1299rw
last spring’s scent
heaps of dry leaves
flames we burn in
1298
one day my grandson
will ask what did I do
for the Resistance
1297
crowded, loud cafe
I say anything stupid
a sudden hush
1296
tits fill the bushes
tap on my window
indoor cats go nuts
1295
tall emerald grass
ripples without wind
men stalking men
1294
Donnie’s a braggart
Donnie’s a thug
Donnie’s selling us
To the Russian mob
1293
mixed marriage
smoker and non-smoker
guess who dies first
1292
my mother’s pride
I have more white hairs
than she
1291
your shoulders
who’s rubbing them now
fall’s first cold night
1290
as empires do
blood red leaves
drift and fall
1289
young autumn
colors in moss
bark turns green
1288
after final wrap
the cast party
our roles finished
1287r
my age?
older than some redwoods
younger than some hills
