sheet (tanka)

winter’s icy breath

paints the lake pure white above

and pitch black below

the two realms, like life and death,

only a thin sheet apart

–photo by me

wordless wed 11/21/18

–photo by me

Giving Thanks

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Just a short poem

For our soldiers now living

Too far from home

To be here for Thanksgiving

We know your heart aches

For we feel it too

Your empty chair makes

It so sad without you

To use a cliche

Freedom comes with a price

So we thank you this day

For your great sacrifice

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trump

Our fictional President Pooh

Got his tan from a bottle, it’s true,

But he rubbed too much in,

And it gave his old skin

A tomato-stained tupperware hue.

Minnesota Spirit

–Photo by me

our galactic place

are we

unknown,

in cloistered swirl,

and not yet citizens?

are we

alone,

an oyster’s pearl,

the only denizens?

time will tell

or not

wordless wed 11/14/18

–photo by me (in my yard)

Winter’s Maid

cropped yard

Winter’s maid

Arrived last night,

I see now by the dawn;

There’s fresh-fluffed

Pillows all in white

And clean sheets

On the lawn.

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glass lips

smiling glass lips part

endless rows of crystal teeth

shatter on the rocks