Poetry

I am three.
I was spanked for some reason
so I crawl into the dog bed
with Smokey, more

My dear friend called. She said, “We drove to Idaho for the eclipse. We camped. It was the most amazing thing. more

I wake up pleading
calm down, we are one. more

We go for a Sunday drive which I hate
Why don’t we DO something I whine more

In winter the dawn sky
looks like pen and ink, more

In my sun-flecked drive to work
I said I love you to a mailbox
with hand-painted flowers . . . more

I heard my cat cry
wandering the lonely house
while we slept. more

The planet has shifted to
the obvious darkness of evening
  and fall of mercury, more

If you put Whistler’s Mother in a pair
of jeans and muckboots,
and pull her gray hair
back into a pony tail more

The song of a soul is a funny thing.
The rooster up the road crows
fifty times a day... more