
–Photo by me

–Photo by me

the shows are dazzling
with all-star casts each night on
the galactic plane
–photo by me

“Dads are the most ordinary men turned by love into heroes…”
–Pam Brown
–Photo by me, at Grandma’s Marathon in Duluth, MN

slightly tattered wings
grace a butterfly in my
slightly tattered world
imperfection is the key
to the door of creation
–photo by me

dark trees ferment in forests deep
and stand in silent semi-sleep
with roots entangled underground
like secrets that we keep
and thus adjoined they won’t betray
the web of roots they hide away
but made of wood and not of stone
they all will fall one day
–photo by me

me and the old dog
on the porch doing nothing
but remembering–
remembering, that is,
how to be happy again

I met a man
Who had a plan
To make me
Very rich,
And I was low
On cash and so
I listened to
His pitch:
For a fee,
He shared
With me
The secret scam
He knew,
And if you send
Ten dollars,
Friend,
I’ll share it
With you too.

Tubby’s exercising plans didn’t work out.

we three were
a merry three
the sun
the wind
and me
we danced
with ease
upon a breeze
while daisies
bowed in
verdant leas
but then the
wind was
called away
and couldn’t
stay to play
one day
the sun and I
we really tried
to have some
fun beneath
blue skies
but soon
I found our
friendship
thinned
until at last
the truth
sunk in
the sun’s
a bitch
without
the wind

–photo by me