Saturday, April 6, 2024

date night

work ran a bit late
the "urgent" email said: "water emergency"
not such a big deal
ever heard of a shut-off valve? lol

quick stop for gas station bouquet
she just loves flowers
box of wine from the cooler
couple six-packs of pilsner
medium pizza from her favourite place

it is a warm April back deck night
a blanket over her legs
to ward off a slight cool breeze
sun sets in oranges...pinks

a refill of her glass
she says "to the brim" and laughs
one more slice
one more beer
as the first stars appear

 

soup poem

the maples fell two years ago in twisted splinters
today they are dry and gathered
chopped up neat with a camp hatchet
fed into the wood stove

heat grows
early spring snow flies
hambone, water, yellow peas simmer
remnants of an Easter feast

Thursday, April 4, 2024

a good man

no one stopped
to ask this guy
why he was standing
unmoving
looking up into the grey sky
every now and then a tear
spilled
rippling down 
staining his light blue shirt

you okay? you okay man?

he kept his gaze to the sky
answered 
slow and measured:

I'm good
real good
blessed
full of gratitude
I lost someone
a friend of 60 years
almost a surrogate father
a good man
he stepped in
with love

yeah I'm good
I'm just taking it in
taking in the beauty

thank you

two pauses

i)

pausing 
on the way to work
a few steps off the path
into a clearing
looking up
into beauty

seeing

trees

their branches
embracing the buildings
embracing the sky

ii)

pausing
soaking in an outdoor ofuro tub

a crow flies past
a junco lands on the fence

spring snow falls
melts in the hot cedar bath



Tuesday, April 2, 2024

evening breeze

shifting evening breeze
sugar bush smoke blows in
curling through pine
followed by
backyard barbeque steak
car drives by slow
leaving a faint waft
of marijuana and KFC

Thursday, March 28, 2024

fading light

cigarette butts pile
spill from the lip
of a rusty coffee can
beside milkcrate seats

orange dusk clouds flow
drifting east
then south over New York

moon rises slow
over boy scout trees
crossroad traffic slows
motel lights dim 
click 
off

Sunday, March 17, 2024

a pub moment

The pub is warm
windows thrown open
salty sea air on the ocean breeze
pre-dusk clouds glow 
with reds, a tinge of orange

the barkeep laughs
as he cuts a steaming soda bread
the joke:  he's poured a full pint
of Guinness into the batter

the result is a brown moist delight
washed down with another stout
and a shot of Jameson