We walked.
You wore my chapeau
And pink
And leaned
To see something closer
And I did, too.
And it was art.
Today I walked
Alone
Where you were pink
And wore my deck.
(I’d forgotten
you were talking
to someone else
on the phone).*
And I wondered
Why we couldn’t
Walk that way
Again.
*Added the next day when I saw the photo of her wearing my hat … and talking on the phone.
Do you ever ask/
You: “What should I be doing?”/
What is the answer?
Come back! ‘Cuz if you/
don’t, at one-half century/
you’ll find you still must.
My straw hat got crushed/
on accident, but now it/
looks very natty.
As I drove by, I/
waved at the whitefaced cow. She/
watched and wagged her ear.
A rose, knelt,/
at a dance,/
is scarcely a precursor/
to true romance.
Nor does it show/
any gentlemanly side./
It simple shouts out/
for attention, with pride.
Much more kind/
is the man who just/
treats women with respect/
and so gains their trust.
For ’tis not with the outward loud showing,/
but with inner kindness which sets women’s hearts glowing.
Why not run? Why not/
Run? Why Not run? WHY not RUN?/
WHY NOT RUN?!? Why not?
Since she won’t wrap me/
in her warm embrace, I’ll lay/
out in the sunshine
The cold and rain gives way/
to early morning fog and mist./
The Arizona desert in Phoenix/
is not supposed to be like this./
I’ll always revel in something different.
When you spend your day/
in awe and hero worship,/
you write nothing new.