blue

her eyes were drenched
in blue and wet,
beneath a sky
of blue and gray;

her mood, a mix
of red and blue
and other colors,
far away —

into the blue
of her regret,
she dove, to find
that pearl, past worth,

of opalescent
blue she lost,
so long ago

in

childbirth

Orphaned

What she’s lost
Only her sister would know

No mother there to see her success
Nor to see the woman that she
Has become

No father to call now
When she has car troubles
Nor to walk her down the aisle

No parents to be there
When her first child is born
And ‘family’ at Christmas
Will always be incomplete

Another day on the calendar
To you and me
A time of unspeakable sadness
To her
And to her sister

The orphaned
All around us
We should love them
If we possibly can

That much extra

Doesn’t Seem The Same

The sun goes down, it’s nothing new.
At least, to you and me;
But someone newer stands and watches
There, beside the sea

Since all that might endgender wonder
Still does what it does,
If it just doesn’t seem the same,
I’m not the guy
I was

Burger Chef

Burger Chef

Let’s all go to Burger Chef
You know, I’d love to go –
Except, the last one closed its doors
Oh, eighteen years ago

To long for places that are gone
That is my great despair;
‘Course, if I’d felt that way before
The place might still be there