For the first time
in forever for the
first time in ever
for the very first
time at all whatsoever
I dragged myself out
of bed and hurried
outside to see the
sunrise over the plains
sitting here alone just
me my cigar my
jazz and my self
content in knowing that
whosoever should witness this
will either think me
crazy or lonely or
even romantic preferring alone
to being with others
this Rocky Mountain morning
Category: Poetry
Blatz
There used to be
a Blatz sign above
a bar that had
a deer park attached
that my dad would
take us to on
Saturday afternoons when I
was a kid men
smoked cigars there and
now as I smoke
one outside on this
Colorado summer morning the
wind in the leaves
make the same sound
as the tinkling of
that Blatz sign and
though I’m thousands of
miles away I’m not
I really am not
IAmMyFather
Well I went out
with a hurrah much
less hurrah and much
more fizzle I never
knew that I was
an angry bitter old
man who knew that
I became my father
Maybe life does that
shows you as a
child just what you’re
likely to be old
I guess it’s true
I am my father
MountainMorning
I sit on the
balcony of my apartment
and see the buildings
of downtown beam in
the distance the morning
is late June warm
not yet hot no
longer cool just right
to take in this
morning in the mountains
HopeFully
Hope does not live
in the stroke stroke
stroke of the oar
or the step step
step of the march
Hope is purposefully absent
there being reserved for
the beginning when dreams
are born and carried
in hearts of men
doing the rowing or
doing the marching hope
does not live in
the mundane of life
hope lives in dreams
