Our Neighbor's New Toy

peek a boo!

storm passing through

Toward a Political Theory

Last year's blossoms

Will not produce
This year's fruit.

My Forgotten Fathers and Mothers

Forgotten fathers and mothers
who dropped out of the trees,
stood upon the open ground
with a stone in hand
looking up at the sky.

Unnamed fathers and mothers
carried their babies
out into the world
building fires on the ground
walking to the ends of the earth.

Forgotten fathers and mothers
surviving the hardships
I thank you all
for your struggles and lives
and the gifts you passed to me.

the tree of life

Afternoon

The day stretches out
in the afternoon,

beneath the sun.
Short shadows lengthen too,
everything seems to reflect
the bright sun,
the wind picks up
and every green thing dances
beneath the sun.
Bees and flies
untiringly work the flowers,
but human work slows
into a rhythm of labor,
toward quitting time
toward evening.
The day almost seems
to pause in the afternoon
as if the sun would just stop
in the sky forever,
but the shadows testify
moving eastward, stretching
outward, longer
toward the evening
that will come.

Ouch...

Ran into the couch Sunday morning.

Jean makes me wear shoes around the house now.

:)