A Rhyming Exercise

it seems a bit insidious 
to be so darn fastidious
but still it is less hideous
than metaphors invidious

for i deal in comparative,
and enigmatic narrative,
and see no real imperative
for sentences declarative

and it can be frustrative,
these things expressed in dative;
surreal, but connotative,
and on good days creative,

so thank you for your patience here
all you who have kept stationed here
in this odd presentation sphere
with photo vegetation near

Rose’s Diner

When Rose’s Diner closed 
It wasn’t banner news;
The smell of coffee, clinking cups
Moved past any reviews
And into realms of memory.
Once I here, with my boy
Would sit and laugh of mornings
In our unknowing joy;
But life tears down what it builds up,
The tiny ways that we’re bereft:
A 1914 building, blank,
Is all of Rose’s Diner

Left

The Last

A fall day like the others, 
With summer lately past;
Two voices on the lake again,
As fishing lines were cast.

Then we recalled the first time.
When I was only five,
The air full of excitement,
Just to be, to be alive —-

That was awhile ago, now.
Some twenty years have passed:
Then we recalled the first time,
Now I recall the last.

For all we love and what we love
Comes one day to an end,
And it’s on us to know it
As we choose the way we’ll spend

The time we have, and lines we’ll cast,
And who we’ll cast them with:
To take the time for living
While there’s still life

To live



A Storm

A STORM is coming soon, and we will see 
If humans conquer nature after all;
It seems to me more likely the reverse,
Or else we would live longer without pain,
And things would be more better than more worse.

The clouds that gather do not know our names;
The viruses we spread heed not our dreams.
A storm is coming, someday or today,
And we will understand our place in things
When all we’ve built and cherish blows away