OR
*I can say nothing.
She reeled him in/
with her smile,/
as though made just for him:/
Beautiful, without guile.
She then (sadly) made him wait
as she nodded sleepily.
He could only anticipate
and try not to do so creepily.
Her smile and her profile
made him seek more.
He’d wait awhile;
what was he looking for?
But then she announced he could not be her mate.
His dreams she trounced: “Like Cinderella, it’s too late!”
Should I tell folks how/
to be better? Much better/
is if I go do.
It’s not always fun, /
But it’s always rewarding./
That’s why it’s called “work”.
OR
That’s why it’s “service”.
Being who you are/
lets other like-minded folk/
find you easier.
Understanding who/
you are means accepting and/
embracing your roots.
We should post photos/
of ourselves in our prime, for/
the Resurrection.
The old man in the/
parking lot asked: “How come you’re/
hanging back?” Yes. Why?
Jupiter and Venus
lay equally,
while the smiling full moon
cast her light
over the wind-rippled lake.
I commented,
as bubbles from marsh gases,
released from sand,
rose between my toes,
how this moment
was like some kind of giant
universal
cosmic
harmonic.
And then,
as if to make it complete,
I swallowed a bug.
OR
And then
I swallowed a bug
to make it.complete.
I’m glad he is so/