Afternoon Diamonds

Webbed feet grasp wet granite
And after standing taller
a series of flaps
send water,
like diamonds in the afternoon sun
from wing tips
And
bourne by Newtons theory
return to Winnipesaukee

You're Welcome

Sometimes
When I need to read a long poem
I find I don't have the patience.
So I don't.
You're welcome.

There's no one here at the moment

This was created for an activity given in a course on poetic form from Open University.

Flopped in the house on the floor alone
Sullen and saddened wondering
Are the missing near or far away from home

Nails scratch circles into the hardwood floor
Wondering whether the missing will ever return
Then in an instant, a car door, and the realization that the missing no longer are.

Truth

Truth
The non surgical
treatment
to rumor

The Trouble With Poetry

With apologies to Billy Collins

The trouble with poetry is
that sometimes, often
it likes to hear itself talk too much
with words no one understands
with metaphors about beaches and rockets
and how they relate to love and loss
just to make the poet
feel superior
to the reader
and the reader
to hate poetry

Stretcher

A stretcher by a roadside
some place hot
as long as the person on it
isn’t completely covered
there is hope

Between Sheep

Three nights in bed
between sheep
I crossed you out
Then put you back
only to be crossed out
again