When Dave’s seat choice is done/
it’s understood:/
There’s always fun!/
And fun is good!/
In the right section/
we can yell and scream!/
Insult goalie’s imperfection!/
and holler: “Go Team!”/
Your ticketed section/
shouldn’t impact your seat picks:/
Make a defection/
to Section Twenty-Six!/
That’s what I did!/
‘Cuz that’s where the fun is!
I, driving top down, /
stretched both my hands skyward and /
embraced the sunrise.
OR
I, driving top down, /
stretched both my hands skyward to /
embrace the sunrise.
You EMERGEd anew/
trance. Tornadoes drove me to
Assemblage safety.
OR
You were a new trance./
A tornado drove me to /
assemblage safety
Texas is so hot/
I watched two trees get in a/
fight over a dog.
From the grassy knoll/
I see where x’s mark the/
spots that changed our lives.
Like moths to blues flames,/
it seems I can always find /
music in Texas.
Maybe we could do/
a haiku or two as we/
mountain climb and rhyme.
Speak no more in absolutes,
but simply be more resolute:
We both made mistakes,
yet we have what it takes
to, in the future, be more astute.
She gazes eastward./
Surf, sun, sand, sea rise and fall./
Her breathing’s mirrored.
Flying with a sore /
back means I stand and become/
the restroom conductor