Bowls nestled 
nicely together 
sit quietly 
atop a
table found 
at some 
yard sale 
likely overpriced 
but does
one ever 
wonder what 
the frame 
is worth 
that surrounds 
a moment 
in time 

Sometimes despite 
a gate
those who 
have running 
in their 
blood look
for a 
hole in 
the fence 
and don’t 
stop until 
they either 
find or
make one 
you can’t
keep things 
in that
want to 
get out 

Squirreled away 
like some 
errant nut
found beneath 
a tree
I wait
and wait 
for snow 
to fall 
and his 
abrupt return 
but what 
chance do 
I have 
when surrounded 
by so 
many other 
assorted nuts 
to be 
dinner or 
a tree

I drilled holes 
into the bottom 
of the pot
to drain water
but no sooner 
did I do 
that weeds found 
their way in
funny how they 
can do that 
looking for every 
little chance to 
take over the 
little pot that 
I have planted 
I guess that 
the only way
to keep the 
weeds away is
by not being 
a pretty flower 

It has been 
a long slow
slog down the 
familiar rut of 
life dodging trenches 
trees and passing 
pitfalls stumbling into 
holes divots and 
dumps to finally 
find myself here 
if ever I
have learned anything 
it’s that to
lose one gains
tire you will 
tire we do 
but give up
never or ever