Monday, March 20, 2017

dogs begin to bark all over my neighborhood













dogs begin to bark all over my neighborhood
fish converge in the ocean
earthworms surface in droves
but birds still call each other near the Han
box elder true bugs invade and congregate
from a parched potato field near a mountain
barely seen through shrouding smog
neighbors careless about what i am attending
going wrong ways up one-way streets
as i notice every bird’s different colored wings
though drivers on cell phones ignore approaching ambulances
and parents of noisy adolescents choose to wear headphones
i am wide-eyed as global temperatures fluctuate
even pick a few potatoes before it is too late
one kind step in the direction of someone i love
one stroke of genius in swimming pool laps
pedaling  bicycle wheel revolutions

that is the best solution 

March 20, 2017

Saturday, March 11, 2017

the river flows south in flatlines to the strait

the river flows south in flatlines to the strait
as bicyclists peddle briskly against the wind
up slopes that youthful riders cope 
restlessly reaching their peaks

until aging stumbles them downstream
pooling up at dams
wild horse wheels galloping 
sliding day into night over ends

o to be youthfully invincible
compensating for every error
fumbling through every endeavor
without becoming devoured

to pulse a youthful heart of heated air
rising like white butterflies on thermal drafts
like spirits flitting to and fro
overcoming every crosswind blow

gravitational enemy of time
as over the falls we eventually go
washed up driftwood and polluted
to rise in the sun shaft over the ledge

March 11, 2017