The rain
the forecast said
would arrive
at 9:00 p.m.
started to fall
at 5:53.
Ode to a Roku box
Sullen, my Roku box
Refuses to show the content I select
It says it’s sorry it can’t
I tell it to restart
After its time-out, it relents
One source of rain
Waning crescent moon
Horns’ tips upraised
Goring water from
The clouds they pass through
The rising moon
The rising moon
does not escape
the teeth of the hungry trees
whole.
Snowflake haiku
The snowflakes have joined
Into big wet shaggy gangs
And splat to the ground.
Bourbon haiku
Bourbon? Count me in.
On the rocks with a splash, or
A Manhattan, please.
You are my sunshine…
I just hear “You Are My Sunshine” in a commercial, and I thought, what if you really WERE my sunshine? They don’t MAKE a sunscreen with SPF high enough for THAT. It sounds lethal.
And so I rewrote the song.
You are my sunshine
My only sunshine
And next to sunshine
I turn to flame
They make no sunscreen
That can protect me
I am cinders
And you’re the one to blame.
Snapping Turtle
Today is National Poetry Day!
Here’s a poem that’s been running through my head. I finally wrote it down.
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Snapping Turtle
As I was driving home
I saw him in the road
I say ‘him;’
I don’t know.
He was halfway across my lane,
Another lane to go
Headed north
Toward the swamp.
I parked my car on the shoulder
Got out
Walked over
Picked him up.
“Don’t you know,”
I scolded,
“that the road is not a safe place for little turtles?”
He blinked.
Held my gaze.
I carried him beyond
To the far side of the road
To the tall grass on the north
To what safety might be there
I hoped he was returning home.
I hoped he was the Marco Polo of his clan
I hoped he’d tell the other turtles
Of places he’d gone and things he’d seen.
His kin had been here
Long before mine.
His kin will remain
Long after I’m gone.
He was just a baby
An inch long
Give or take.
Before I let him go
I asked one thing of him:
“Remember me.”
Maybe he will.
Ode to a Smoke Detector
Ode to a Smoke Detector
Once as I lay soundly sleeping
Came a sound so gently beeping
From the unknown, it kept creeping
Creeping from beneath the floor.
“Hark!” said I, as I did wake,
And in fear did start to shake,
“Silence now, for goodness’ sake!”
This I did the sound implore.
Still the sound went unabated
As I lay in bed and waited
For a sound it seemed was fated
To continue evermore…
An Ode to a Warm April Day
Woohoo!
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