Light

every time I plug it in

yellow green orange and red
blobs like Jello set hard in
a sturdy Frigidaire

this light reminds me of the day
Dad and I shopped and he
let me choose

Weather Forecast

another winter's day
lived under a feverish haze
accompanied by
copious quantities
of soggy tissues

Tangled Up in Blue

Bob says it ...
keepin' on like the bird that flew

how can it be that he's nearly 70
years
old and
I'm still 17?

Winter, Ever Cold

tree
branch
snaps

blue
sky
shivers

Missing Puppy

I am mindful that she is gone
but my body forgets --
feet avoid the place
where her metal dish sat on the kitchen floor,
fingers reach to scratch her satin-soft ears

nothing's there but me and the empty air

Multi-tasking

tasks spin in my weary mind
each one sharp and pointed

armed with an emery board,
I reach carefully and file
off their edges

Other Voices

warm corner in the pub
on a January full-moon night
poets read
heart-words   constructions
that are clever, twisted, eerily honest

Tom, dead-pan, points a finger at
South America, drones on about
sheets with an actual thread count,
coffee beans of various size and heritage and
how best to grind them
and, as faces around the table
dissolve into helpless tears of laughter,
he teaches how to make a tedious poem
hilarious