Rejection I can /
take. It’s the uncertainty /
that’s hard to handle.

Last nite I slept with ghosts of Anasazi, with The Folded Arms People, Bear Clan. Tales of skin walkers didnt keep me awake,but teenagers’ tent chatter did.

Rejection I can /
take. It’s the uncertainty/
that’s hard to handle.

Camping teens’
constant loud talking
made me wish
for chaperones walking.

Does sunrise over/
ancient ruins bring romance/
like Spring in Paris?

Or
like Amsterdam’s gate?

When/
your friends/
told U 2 seek/
love of a geek,/
did they say/
It’s geeks’ romance way/
2 hope 4 affection?/
Or at least attention?/

A smart/
heart/
is hurt/
by inert.

Moonrise over Mesa Verde/
was a sight no one else would see,/
for I was the only one who had/
forgotten to bring a mattress pad.

Roses r red,/
your nickname you said./
I haven’t heard:
Are u lost or just dead?

U said you were head
-ing to Hawaii,
and since then you haven’t said
boo to me.

Attaching an old photo/
to new verse should deepen, not/
lessen, the meaning.