Men

Where’d the men go 
Did they march off
to some war of
which I was unaware
Were they beamed up
into some alien craft
and swept far away
to some distant planet
to propagate that place
Where did they go
Being a man meant
something once and not
what so many think
What did it mean
Go ask your fathers
father and his father
and his and his
for men have been
gone for a long
time before yesterday and
even longer than today
And I’m wholly uncertain
if they’ll ever return
having been lost to
war or another place

InVsJust

Learning to love someone 
is different than falling
in love with someone
Learning to love someone
involves degrees of tolerance
whereas falling in love
almost always eliminates any
idea that one must

MorningTea

There is one cloud 
which like a button
or a boutonnière sits
simply against the pale
blue sky of morning
announcing I am here
almost like the last
sugar cube at a
lady’s morning tea party

Hat

Finally at long last 
I can definitely announce
that for the very
first time in a
very long time that
my journey to Denver
was not to discover
someone new upon whom
to hang my hat
but rather to raise
my chin square my
shoulders and finally learn
how to wear the
hat no one wants

Dawn

This is by far 
my favorite time of
all this early morning
when strangers lovers friends
and the city itself
awaken to each other
to coffees and me
it’s a time of
eggs and of percolators
of showers clean clothes
of yawns and stretches
and for me words
it’s the time when
the low east sun
dabs the cold cheeks
of skyscrapers with rouge
making them simply bloom
like long tall daffodils
and when almost everyone
including the mountains sky
says their good mornings