The Long Way

full moonlight
plays on the headstones
we take the long way
not that we’re superstitious
just want exercise
😉

Dementia

he thinks I’m his wife
the resident in room twelve
but I died last year
so why am I here — and how
did I cook his eggs?

breakers sweep away
the sounds of gulls on the beach
ever bickering
you and me on a blanket
planning our future

Just for fun…

stretch and bend, touch toes,
the trainer says, will do me good
in twenty years
I stretch, bend, reach for my toes
and hear my spine crack

To fly with blackbirds
twirl with the windblown leaves
ah, winter’s day dreams
for the snow-laden scarecrow
with his frozen smile

The Slough

cat-tails rustling
in the frozen slough
collect drifting snow
spilling their hearts out
to an oblivious wind

the cafe is full
people eat, drink, talk, laugh—
out beside the dumpster
a hungry street kid, waiting
shivers in the dark