On the Occasion of Sean & Caitlin's Wedding

Fingering his hat
nervously, he waits for her:
a vision in gold.


I like the idea of writing something for people I know. It reminds me of all of the authors I admire so much from Ye Olde Times when an artist had to have a patron to get anything done. It's neat to feel inspired by people & events, and, when I do, I again realize the greatness of artists who had to draw inspiration directly from their patrons-- or who had to be clever enough to make what actually inspired them fit into their patrons' world view.

A Few Haiku

Sun presses its face
against gray clouds-- afternoons
this May are so cold.


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Clouds of varied shades
of blue and white -- towering
puffs! They seem like God.



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Outlines of palm trees
warm gray in the Spring blue sky--
a white gull passes.



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Cheerful round finch hops
here and there, nestling in dirt,
flying up to sky.


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In my mouth the taste
is bitter. Searching my heart,
I found self-pity.

Poppies unfurl from

Poppies unfurl from
weedy, tall grasses: petals
of gold wave gently.