Prepare for April
Nothing but death and taxes
Of that I am sure.
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No Reason At All
| For a while there was no reason to worry. No reason at all. He gave her a look that said as much. A good long look. “Isn’t it remarkable how remarkable it is,” she replied. Utterly. Moments like these are rare. Less than a blue moon. You might wish they weren’t. More like full moons. It might not have been as long ago that there was no reason to worry. No reason at all. For a while there was time to burn. All the time in the world. He gave her a diamond watch. It’s about time. “Isn’t it strange,” she remarked. Only real diamonds cut glass. Moments like these take time. Like an all-day sucker. You might wish for more. Less is more. It might not take so long. All the time in the world. For a while there was time to worry. Ain’t nobody got time for that now. He gave her a squeeze. I needed that. “Isn’t it a relief,” she added. There are pauses that refresh. Moments like these should be savored. Like an all-day sucker. You might wish for more. More is more. It might not hurt you to breathe a little more deeply. Everybody needs to make time for that. |
The Allegory of Big Boys Don’t Cry
Violins cry
Violas weep
Fiddles know none such.
I Wouldn’t Ask If I Didn’t Need One
Fastened to the end of your arm.
Four fingers, a palm and a thumb.
Most every arm I know has one.
They hold, they shake.
They grip, they slip.
They give, they take,
and
they make.
Can you lend me a hand?
Magic
Walk down to the shore
the lake will talk with you.
It will soothe and heal.
Magic is all around
in the trees and water
in the wind and sun.
I wanted to commune all day
Duty called, I had to leave.
Now I must listen more carefully.
Not now young, but not worn out.
When I hear the birds I know.
Still I wonder what they say.
Our bodies become what we are.
We are beautiful. Through the open window
the breeze casts its spell.
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