When I say
That I love
You I’m not
Speaking to a
Canyon expecting an
Echo I’m speaking
To you I
Don’t expect you
To understand what
It means to
Me I expect
You to understand
Just what it
Means to you
Category: Creativity
Trains (the last of Bean)
Standing here at
The station watching
So many trains
Go by checking
Checking and checking
My watch again
Waiting then hoping
Then once realizing
That this journey
Is mine alone
I’ll leave you
Here right where
I found you
Because you belong
Here not me
Good bye Bean
SkippingStones
We knew almost
Almost immediately that
We knew each
Other before then
When we were
Different but the
Same that somehow
This time we
Remembered then when
Things were exactly
The way today
Skipping stones almost
Always skip before
They dive into
Where they belong
SmallThings (to Sweetness)
It’s the small
Things that amuse
Me a sleepy
Kitten purring or
The hysterical lapping
Tongue of an
Anxious wiggling puppy
Or snow drops
Popping through late
April snow and
Even mid-July cloudbursts
That give rise
To steamy streets
But most of
All it’s your
Just-about-to-sleep nighttime riddles
That tickle me
OneEyedBear
And one day
Long ago I
Left him there
Right where I
Found him worse
For the wear
And filled with
Adventures and conquest
And battles and
Picnics but I
Never ever forgot
My first friend
That homely ruddy
One eyed bear
