Watercraft

Watercraft

A wallowing, heavy laden steamer
is not a slender canoe, 

nor is it
a lonely kayak,


nor  
a sturdy skiff, 


nor 
an unsinkable Boston Whaler, 


nor 
a sails billowing schooner,  

but all dance through dark water, 


leaving naught but a 
     r i p p l e,,,,,..... 

then gone.
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A Royal Flush

A Royal Flush

Even when hidden, 
a pheasant is 

never

a peasant; 

rather, 

in color and plumage, 

he is always a royal,

regal and ready
to fly his throne in an instant

when betrayed

and the whirr 
of his flight 
will both 

startle 

and delight.
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A Morgue Encounter

A Morgue Encounter
 
 
There is a most primitive wailing sound— 
a stricken keening of utter despair—
 
a mother’s awful symphony 
 
of savage tongue,
 
throbbing throat,
 
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. 
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Overheard At The Derby

Overheard At The Derby

I do like your hat.
really?

yes. it reminds me of a lampshade i once knew.
really?

yes. like you, the lamp wore it slightly askew. 
you mean crooked?

aye. awry. cocked just so over one eye.
really?

yes. it’s a fabulous look.
thank you. is your horse running today?

horse? i came but to see the hats.
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Hot Stuff

 Hot Stuff

Whenever my
ego fluffs up
and
gets in the way
of 
humility,

i remember me

how little i know

of 
auto mechanics,
pie crust,
algebra,

and especially
the unfathomable riddle called
 
women.

Then things even out
real fast.
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