1.
Why bother going solar
when the world’s on fire?
Rather than writing being a remnant of its past
it could be a composite of other disciplines
reuniting, reconfiguring, or new – you tell me
Grant me fair lady two nights
One to see how good I am
The other to love again
To your family and your father
I make no apology or threats
What was remains as true
2.
What value we give to truth
How to know what is and isn’t
How to explain? thereby refine
Walking together wooded paths
various sunlights blind green shades
running the grey-scale bright to shadow
we might’ve made sense – maybe in a better
world….or maybe we did and what was then
is surely something different now…maybe
even more. Let’s walk together and find out
3.
This summer started with great expectations
A number of projects were going to be tackled
brought to fruition and wrapped up and out
quickly tripped up by my father’s demise
Months handling business I detested
But did what had to be done – got a lawyer
Now I do as I’m told, then I wait and wait
4.
The near final phase of summer
approaches – birds go crazy at the feeder
light turns back from its sharpest angle
less of a shock on back deck littered
with early browned oak leaves – Still
crickets crank up as night rises a few nights
Morning arrives well-rested, eager for
coffee and news of the world but slowly,
first the crossword puzzle before the
puzzles of economy and war…let the brain
click in — do today’s medium Sudoku
5.
Liked my coffee cold – no sugar, no milk
just the bitter dregs of the brew that sat
as long as I liked coffee – forty-five years or so
A quiet afternoon moves into a late evening
Got stuff to do tomorrow but now I’m on my own
I still know most of the lyrics to the old songs
Great myths we middle-class believe in
6.
I call it quits to a day reading articles on teaching
and learning, and put the notes away reaching for
a book mark for the journal entry I failed to make
Someone for sure is making tons of money today
chipping away at our little nest-egg stashes
We’ll have to work till the hospital or nursing home
where we’ll ride ice floes toward tropical isles
That stretching feels great – like painting strokes
across a sky neither day nor night – arms around
the world, embracing and embraced…seconds ago
7.
If this spread had a dinner bell, it’d be clanging
Partners in the production, we’d put away our vices
and get with the program ‘fore next weekend arrives
(The usual means of secret communication will
continue as per the third month’s recommendations.
We’ll talk later on our secure line. XXOOX)
