Kids can lay on lawns/
covered with cottonwood snow/
and be camouflaged.

Your woo-er/
and fun-doer/
would fane/
ask again:/
What think ye of dancing in/
your kitchen?/
Is that a delight?/
Or a fright?

You thrill me./
I can’t help it./
Do you want me/
to shelve it?/
Or, right or wrong,/
just keep pluggin’ along?

Poems and a promised/
call is all I really want,/
all that I yet seek.

Microwaved pizza/
on your deck, with your wine whine./
I’ll bring the movie.

Can I help myself?/
If you were me, wouldn’t you/
think of yourself, too?

Once again she speaks/
soft words of wisdom, gently,/
“Remember: Just be.”

Why do you twitterpate me?/
How does it happen so easily?/
Is it why? Or how?/
This is my vow:/
I’ll enjoy it – and you – completely.

Can I get a date?/
Sitting with you on the deck?/
Or phoning tonight?

There’s this Woman
I Wonder about.

She lives just north of me.
She disappears for days
on end.
I Wonder where she goes.
Have you seen her recently?