Thursday, April 23, 2015


At the bucket you painted
Blue by the pumphouse door.
Whatever I came out here for
Escapes me --and photography
Captures reverie or me
Staring at my shoe. It's fun
To fall in love with you.

Monday, April 6, 2015

O young Opossum

O young Opossum you,
In my lanai bamboo,
Cower over blossoms
Where evening brings
An end to hiding, soft,
Unhurried --stay aloft
And don't be worried.