Poets in my life

   Politics

Any endeavor,

no matter how consequential, 

if entrusted to a clown,

will inevitably yield a circus.

Away

Apple Skies

I'd have spring enough to game your fields

and fling the fiberthreads that turn the wheels

of apple skies

Con man 

Even the Con man

 has a cell Phone

autumn Chill Begins    

  Cherish your Beach

   and the Summer 

      days drop off like Leaves

Vera Langer, you who know me,

Ever willing, friend, to show me

Rhymes and chords and such in art,

All your mind is in my heart

Have we returned to Earth?

Racing down a dust road

daring a friend 

Finding the delicious taste

of donuts, legs dangling

from a high stool

Dabbing fingers in bright paints

Listening to wind chimes

Windows wide open

in spring