Outings and Sightings

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090531

STOPPING TRAFFIC

I must say,
they do show pluck—
those babies and
their mama duck!


090530

BECOMING A DOG PERSON

At first, I deny them.
“These are not my dogs.”

They barge into campers’ tents,
harass the geese,
make runs at other walkers.

“Not mine. They just adopted me
for the morning.”

They chase bikers, yelp at squirrels,
come and go like a pair of boomerangs.

“They don’t belong to me.”

They disappear into marsh grass
(except for happy tails, held high).
They win me over.

“These are not my dogs.
They don’t belong to me.
It’s the opposite. They adopted me;
I belong to them.”


090528

SIGHTINGS

In a state forest once,
as I was walking,
I came across a kangaroo.

Minutes later, someone else
spotted a wild turkey
in the same vicinity.

Near a state park tonight,
as I was walking,
a pteryodactyl flew overhead.

Maybe I should keep this
to myself?


090527

FRESH FROM THE STORM

Cast up on the lakeshore—
one waterlogged shoe and a bar of soap.
That definitely was a cleansing rain!


ONE JOY

When your life breaks apart,
one pebble of that rubble—
one candlelight,
one bird in flight, one joy—
can break apart your heart.


090526

ORDER UP!

Good morning. I’m your higher power;
I’ll be your server today.
What do you want, and how do want it?
Raw, rare, medium? How about well-done?
Still thinking? How about burnt?
Hurry—any choice you might have had
is about to vaporize!


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