A wallowing, heavy laden steamer
is not a slender canoe,
nor is it
a lonely kayak,
a sturdy skiff,
an unsinkable Boston Whaler,
a sails billowing schooner,
but all dance through dark water,
leaving naught but a
r i p p l e,,,,,.....
A Royal Flush
Even when hidden,
a pheasant is
in color and plumage,
he is always a royal,
regal and ready
to fly his throne in an instant
and the whirr
of his flight
A Morgue Encounter
There is a most primitive wailing sound—
a stricken keening of utter despair—
a mother’s awful symphony
of savage tongue,
and ruined heart.
Identity must be determined.
A son? handsome youth cut down?
A daughter? blooming beauty snuffed?
Father, steeped in rage, refuses to go,
preferring to drink himself numb,
and lay blame at a careless God’s doorstep.
There lurks a hidden cavity,
a storage pocket of sudden death,
murky beneath Seattle’s
dark, wet streets.
An officer of laws for the living
escorts Mother down a dim hallway
to a large viewing window where
teenage boy, lies in state under bright lights
and hideous shroud of white sheet.
The blanched face revealed—
Sightless eyes cannot see Mother,
Stopped arms cannot hug Mother,
Silent voice cannot thank Mother,
Sealed lips cannot kiss Mother farewell.
Comes the keening.
Hummingbirds and men
are haunted by an irresitible attraction
to the color
have an uncanny,
to sort out
Overheard At The Derby
I do like your hat.
yes. it reminds me of a lampshade i once knew.
yes. like you, the lamp wore it slightly askew.
you mean crooked?
aye. awry. cocked just so over one eye.
yes. it’s a fabulous look.
thank you. is your horse running today?
horse? i came but to see the hats.
Little baby bunting
Mother’s gone a hunting
and ground beef
pay attention, Child.
extra virgin olive oil.
ego fluffs up
gets in the way
i remember me
how little i know
the unfathomable riddle called
Then things even out