Oh busy
little bee
why must 
you bob 
about me 
rest here
so I 
might look
upon thee 
and see

Make room 
make way 
toss out
and overboard 
not aside 
make no 
apologies to 
pitch but 
never trash 
for things 
had value 
once and 
only once 
never again 
or forever 

Tickles and glee
is all I
need whispers and 
secrets wafts of
fragrance and hints 
of spice tease
just like leaves 
whose edges begin 
to turn color 
little things bring
hope to home 
for wee me

It’s the life 
this life that 
I’d been wanting 
oh so simple 
I’m not surprised 
I overlooked it 
but missed not 
for a life 
that is missed
surely suggests once
had and this
I have never 
here we go 
with my happiness 

An ode to
those coffee cups 
the chipped and 
mismatched ones whose 
set has long 
ago gone missing 
to the stragglers 
that are never 
strangers to the 
ones left behind 
testaments of other 
times some better 
and some worse 
and after all 
aren’t we too
just hand me 
downs once used
but never forgotten