happy birthday

born today, Paula
knows old secrets about me
this can't be good

at a minimum
three thousand, six hundred, and
four syllables writ

dem bones

an achey Monday
hands, hip, feet all talk to me
think I'll skip my walk

affection

so happy to be home
head butting against my hand
sir velcro kitty

soft shell

my life is too tight
like a molting sookie, i
need to slough it off

beneath my hard shell
i am eager to expand,
ripe with potential

Monoprix

Sweet old French lady
Haricots verts and whiskey
Just the essentials

wedding

still reflections gleam
the elements merge together
sky and water, one

bill and susan join
disparate, together web
and become one soul

hotel room

the opposite of
a belly-flop, throw myself
backward onto bed

a luxury suite,
romantic setting, alone
with tub and great view

with a crisp white spread
the big bed cries for rumpling
think i'll take a nap

crab feast

three color print job
there's a certain elegance
to the place mats

stu, debra, and i
make jokes and do silly things
with the crustaceans

swooping over road
a pair of bald eagles play
driving from tilghman's

bird tree

miraculous tree
singing it's heart out for me
on hot afternoon

take two steps, birds fly.
two more steps, more birds launched.
tree still sings madly

wednesday walk

horses develop
long necks, not evolution,
but greed for grass

French Alps

Climbing through mountains
the train slows, struggles, feels heavy
just like my eyelids

Morning

Soft rain wakens me
Feel of his dark hair, his want
Lingers from my dream

re-entry

rough reentry
not only back in office
but trip to doctor

departure

exhausted from heat and fun
yet now that it's time to go
i want to stay

skate

slipping silently
a dark skate slides twix beach chairs
shadow of a kite

sunburn

spf 50
you have let me down again
a massive sunburn

riddle: what is black
and white and red all over?
mimi on the beach

dog tired

cool stone feels so good
when you're just too dog-tired
and over heated

ruins

a rickety grin
formed around negative space
makes a happy sky

holding up the cloud
sentry pillars stand proudly
supporting the sky

how did they know?

when erecting this
how did they guess how i'd feel
standing here today?

frozen fiddlehead

an oxymoron
frond frozen, forged of iron
by bright molten flame