Poetry to Love

It cleanses me
as it washes over
me and

SMACKS

me off my bored,
flailing into the
wash-over
the falls-

and baptized
in a wipe out.

No Swimming!!

I took off all
my clothes
and jumped in the crystal
blue lake.

The water was cool,
serene,
beautiful
as it lapped and washed
over me.

Then a man on shore
yelled that
it was private
property & swimming
wasn't allowed - I

wonder if the fish
that bumped up
against me knew that?

I lived

I lived to be a pilot
I lived to be a co-pilot
I lived to hold a cross
I lived to be a geisha
I lived to be a man
Now - I like to be me.

Sun Sets

The sun
set
the table for
his guests:

Water
Star
Moon
fish,

and everyone was
late - but the
fish, so the
sun sank
sullenly,
and everyone
showed up for
a night full
of sighs.