reopened quarry the dust under new ownership

Eleven Lines For Those Who Are Counting

  1. unknown throughout the universe my new address
  2. mother nature makes it clear I own nothing
  3. lit streets after the storm there are still fireflies
  4. political speech so many words multiplied by zero
  5. two jobs to learn I must unlearn
  6. healthcare reform the misshapen leaf of a sycamore
  7. pondface today belongs to the herons
  8. saturday morning fog slowing down the productivity
  9. deer crossing if only the opossum kept moving
10. a necessary stop. . .I brake for turtles
11. turkey family leaving the cornfield for other uncertainties

unwanted detour the cat hurries past the fireworks tent

cloudy morning the garbled song of a distant cardinal

mom's quilt holding up better than I am

Happy Mother's Day to all!

receding water the irises grow taller

problems have more arrivals than departures

coughing jag well at least I'm not crying

Backed up to Eternity

depression every possibility becomes impossible

wrong way sign state of the union on a divided highway

unflooded roads backed up to eternity

wing extensions for vultures drenched in sunshine

a tumble-down boulder the limestone de-stressing itself

dead ends I get to see everything in reverse

spring twilight closure is a wound that re-opens somewhere else

a sense of foreboding in the bent spine of a battered oak

mapping out my journey the restless june bugs* ready for flight

*also called may beetles