I have learned
In my long
Life that people
Cross my path
Some for a
While and some
For a moment
Neither is better
Just different just
Like the seasons
I enjoy them
Each of them
For the time
That they’re here
Category: Friendship
Cannonball (to BP)
There I said
It that word
Or words that
Everyone wants to
Hear but never
Wants to be
The first to
Say I just
Fired it a
Big volley across
His bow as
A warning shot
Of what was
To come and
He came about
Quickly as a
Ship can and
Took aim and
I felt the
Impact squarely in
My chest I
Know you do
I do too
LoveSpeak
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
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
