stumbling and embarrassed
I go away
poem
Poem #128
lie still
pretend
to myself
that I’m there
no focus
all frenzy
wow
Poem #127
this is not a slowly simmering stew
atop a neat and tidy cooktop
I’m throwing whole carrots
at a raging forest fire
Poem #126
the flowers are crying
we passed under a tree
and felt the tiny tears
she whispered to the tree
and the dead leaves fell
making way for new blooms
Poem #125
a hiker almost steps on a snail
but stops himself just before
he bends down to look
“Hello, Mr. Snail.”
the snail slowly continues
“You’re quite a specimen.”
and the snail does not turn
“Why do you ignore me?”
but the snail says nothing
and continues on its way
Poem #124
leisure is odd
the ability to think
and sit around
enjoy a quiet moment
it’s novel
not doing anything
with my hands or eyes
at the end
I don’t even begrudge
going back to work
though I’d prefer not to
Poem #123
productiveness
that’s an adult
sort of
Poem #122
an orange drops from a tree
and no one picks it up
Poem #121
call you
call them
everything is okay
call back
call again
Poem #120
thump, thump, thump
a roofer straddled the ridge
he pulled another nail
from a compartment in his belt
he positioned it
and swung his hammer down
thump, thump, thump
his partner was in the house
talking to the beautiful homeowner
the roofer knew his partner
his partner liked pretty women
and hated heights
thump, thump, thump
he scrambled to his knees
pulled at the tether
it secured him to the roof
he went closer to the edge
“she changed her mind!”
thump, thump, thump
his partner yelled up to him
“what?” the roofer yelled back
but he had heard and he sighed
he untethered himself
and scooted to the ladder
thump
