no larger

wandered far, but now
it’s back to the home I grew . . .
no larger than life

I remember youth

I remember youth
when we danced and drank our fill . . .
now you’ve had a stroke

tilt my head

the river flows south
but I want it to flow north . . .
tilt my head just right

things

nighttime makes things clear
and daytime makes things happen . . .
but things have a way

Inspired by the poetry of Charles Martin & River Urke

heard you calling

I heard you calling . . .
your voice of many colors
seen in black in white

wants to know

is it still breathing
and is it still beating, too . . .
someone wants to know

mister bugaboo

mister bugaboo
he’s a cat, and sometimes two . . .
as a friend, he’ll do

just to say

ran after, calling
and she came back just to say . . .
i watched my friend leave

loved throughout

loved throughout the world
for his art and poetry . . .
or is it the work?

quite a ride

climbed high in my tree . . .
it took me for quite a ride
but the ride ended