Flower covered floats
in a warm SoCal city
I’ll never visit.
Rose Parade
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Flower covered floats
in a warm SoCal city
I’ll never visit.
Tag Archives: poetry
Fiscal cliff
Cost to average
household: Five thousand. Voting
the bums out: Priceless.
New Year’s Eve: ball drop
If we look ahead
in hope, optimism,
then shouldn’t the ball rise?
New Year’s Eve: things left undone
Now’s the time to look
back at what was forgotten
and recall with love.
Visitors to a dead blog
WordPress stats: twenty-
two-thousand views in ’12. This
despite no new posts.
Ocean waves
I type in a dim
dark room listening to surf.
There’s an app for that.
Buckingham Fountain
What naiad dances
in your pulsing, surging heart,
calling me to her?
Deciding not to go to Junior Prom
“I just want to feel
pretty,” she says through her tears.
She already is.
Radio interview
You ask, I answer.
Opinions fly. No right, wrong.
It’s all subjective.
Levenger
Trying to make work
indulgent, a nine-to-five
wage slave’s fantasy.
a haiku a day 