At home
my aimless mind
writes poemless lines.
Homeless under
trees or sky,
my lines take aim
to fly.

Tuesday, May 14, 2013

Ritual of Mays

Observe the strange camaraderie
of Labrador and Bumblebee.
As hours sink to deeper hours
Lab watches Bee; Bee flies to flowers.
Lab lunges to Bee's buzzing tune
which drifts about the afternoon.
Bee, ignorant of hopeless flight;
Lab, who snaps at bugs that bite
together pass fair weather days
in timeless ritual of Mays.