There she was as I sat
praying mantis on her hat
There it was on her head
And the little voice inside mine said
‘no, no, no…that is a place you
must not go. if you do it will be a
told you so. How many times have I told you

not to do that?

Just leave the bug on the ladies’ hat.”

So I did.

Tell me about sand
hot,cold,shifting,sifting,wet,dry,on over
and between your toes….windswept….sand in your hair….shapes…castles and holes
a place to find shells and rocks for skipping
though the waves anytime day or night
to go walking hand in hand…..Sand.

is this considered poetry or poems
as i wander through the day
writing down my thoughts as they
wander in my way

i am not writing
i am just streaming
words that flow out as
i am dreaming

reaching out and catching words
as they float me by
like many imaginary birds
flying in the sky

Children childing
Acting childlike in the street
Acting childish
behind the mask
Can we be be like that ?
Could that be you or me

Train at night
Swiftly moving windows in the dark
Cars watching
Practically standing still

“We Mend Everything Except Broken Hearts”

Was what the sign said
but the advice was for free

The mending was just to pass the time
she just wanted to talk to you and me

She was short , round
bohemian
smiling graveling voice
cigarettes smoked to use for fixing
ashes flying
gesticulating to make a point

The mending was just to pass the time
the advice was for free

Lover’s Knot
Come unraveled
Waiting to be tied

Lover’s Knot
Came unraveled
It will take a while

Lover’s Knot
Unraveled
slowly winding it’s way
back again

Lover’s Knot
how to make
things last

We are here and now

Not in the past

I lean when I listen
Especially when I walk
I like to lean in
When I listen to you talk
I always want to hear what you have to say
That is why when I walk I am always in your
way
It could also be that when it is you that I am around
That my feet are not always firmly planted on the ground

It was not a good day for the chickens
So I did not get

I was feeling sorry for them

Their little naked bodies and
their scrawny little necks

It seemed like a good reason
to tell

Rather than admit that I forget

It was not on the list
The list I did not have or make

I talked about it yesterday
I think they must have heard

So they started looking pitiful
Those naked little birds.

Trying not to cry
I just walked away

I will just have to buy them
Buy them another day.