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

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

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