where do you get your ideas
she once asked me
I didn’t know what to say
so I said nothing
once again she asked
where do you get your ideas
finally I answered
from you my dear
and everything that encircles you
november two thousand twenty-two
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I don’t remember being born
though I’m certain
I was destined to run away
on more than one occasion
I try to look back and decipher
if the next event
is coded in the past
I’ve been to california [but
not to oklahoma]
first time by way of greyhound
second time via jet airliner
next time will be
either by rail or automobile
depending upon my health
it’s become such a mess
I wonder if there’s a way
to salvage future travel plans
add in iceland and ireland
egypt and arabia
tokyo and singapore and perth
[not to mention] york and jersey
both new and old
there’s a good chance
I’ve already completed the entire
globe trotting experience
and it’s simply a matter
of repurposing old photographs
july two thousand nineteen
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break of dawn rooster crows
ushering in wintry winds
twisting and turning atop the barn
singing bye bye american pie
fog rolls in and tractors stay put
weatherworn eyes cautiously shut
waiting for any ultraviolet rays
to jumpstart his lonely heart
nary an audience in sight he croons
anthems and ballads and rhythm & blues
hitting high notes with precision
ofttimes bellowing like a baritone
dealing in world real or imagined
winds come and go without reason
contemplating rain or sunshine
always searching beyond the skyline
august two thousand seventeen
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