06.24.2021
I once booked a room
On the Alakazee
With a window
That looked out across the blue sea
Though the room was equipped
With spectacular views
It was really quite small
Not the size I would choose
And my knees have now lost
A great deal of their feeling
For I’ve had to press them
Quite tight to the ceiling
And my feet, let me tell you
Must be left in the hall
With the door left wide open
That’s how this room’s small
The next time I plan
For an ocean-bound cruise
I’ll be sure to pack in
My most closed-toed shoes
06.23.2021
Outside, outside
I wish I could go
But my parents have said
Absolutely not—NO!
For there in the yard
Is a quite wild goat
Who eats all in sight
Even my Dad’s new bass boat
And my folks might be right
This goat looks tenacious
Consuming our stuff
His appetite is voracious
But what of my chance
To go run and to play?
Whoops! There goes my bike—
I guess it’s checkers today
06.22.2021
Wish with your fingers
Wish with the soil
Wish with your strength
As you sow and you toil
Lead with your belly
Lead with your nose
Lead with the tips
Of your nail-clad toes
Reach with your heart
Reach with your soul
Reach to the bottom
Of the oatmeal bowl
Take with your mind
Take with your teeth
Take with your lungs
As you move and breathe
06.21.2021
The man with the French-white ladder
Seems not to know where he is
All over the town, he drives all around
Climbing rooftops that are not his
The man with the French-white ladder
Drives a leaf-green car
With the ladder up top, he may come to your shop
When you’re home or away at the bar
The man with the French-white ladder
Dresses himself all in black
He’ll collect all your things in the bag that he brings
And then tote them all back to his shack
The man with the French-white ladder
In his car that is colored like leaves
Is the nicest and truly most charming
Of professional village thieves
06.18.2021
Come to lunch with a hobbit they said
Come to sup in the Shire
Butter your bread with a blade warmed up
On the hearth of the hill-home’s fire
Come to tea with a hobbit they said
It’s a peaceful setting and sweet
Munch on your cheese at a well-worn board
With no shoes on anyone’s feet
Come to dine with a hobbit they said
For the finest company found
And stay for a sleep in a bunk underneath
A roof that is made from the ground