It’s always been
cackle and quack
moo and whinny
and those side-eyes
cautious and suspicious
that tickle me
you are my
very own barnyard
little ol’ you
little ol’ me
we never knowing
just what is
waiting for us
behind the weathered
doors of hearts
that come galloping
out finally free
grazing and gazing
Category: Bean
LittleCanoe (for Bean)
Night came as
night always does
these long hours
stretching like window
sill sitting cats
it’s cold outside
the moon though
full not warm
awake and alone
I move closer
mooring myself to
you little canoe
reminding me that
night will pass
into the morning
when the luxury
of you begins
Dreams (to Bean)
I’ve run out
of dreams that’s
not to say
I don’t dream
but I don’t
dream about things
and places anymore
or where I
want to go
or who I
want to be
is that what
aging does stop
those precious dreams
and replace them
with just living
living a life
just like I
did before before
I had dreams
that came true
WritingYou (to Bean)
And here
I thought
my writing
you left
you embarrassed
so I
stopped it
oh not
writing you
no that
I couldn’t
but telling
you because
that I
knew that
I could
BeanLilBean
I not only
watched you grow
up but your
baby brother too
it’s weird this
me slowing down
like an oak
way out there
and you too
taking root somewhere
else I can
see your blossoms
from over here
but I can’t
smell your fragrance
so imagine it
then I will
and yes it’s
just that sweet
