an easter query…

crossing
the railroad tracks
the pastor
arrived
at
an old
post-war bungalow
residence
of
miss maybel
who
in her prime
was
much sought after
by
a number
of
the town’s
most
charming
and
handsome
men
of
color
but
she had said
no
to all
saying
i’ve fought
for
women’s rights
civil rights
and
looked after
white folks’ homes
and
their children
so
i don’t
have time
or
energy
to look after
anyone else
but
myself
age
took her suitors
some
time ago
as well as
most
of
her women friends
she didn’t make it to
good friday service
so
pastor
decided to stop by
she didn’t
answer
the door
but
it was open
calling in
he thought
he heard her
so
he entered
pale
sitting
in a chair
was maybel
death
even makes
a man of god
stop and evaluate
life
but
he quickly
resumed his role
and
asked
if she
was ready
to meet
her maker
with
her last
inaudible
breath
she answered

 

a gentle reminder…

the sea
has invaded
a small corner
of
the ship’s lounge
just below
the fancy tables
staking claim
to
all onboard
a salty residue
a reminder
that
we shall
all
return to the sea
from which
we emerged from
at
the beginning
of
time

 

the book of dr seuss…

he was
certain
that
dr seuss
was
obviously
an omitted gospel
since
the neatly
bound
and
colorful text
was as believable
as
the array
of
religious doctrines
professing
to be
divinely inspired
words
from
one god
or
another
and
from
his standpoint
dr seuss
was much clearer
on
how
to
live
morally

 

reciprocity…

the lives
of
those
who defined
who we are
have
washed away
like
sand
as
we stood
on life’s beach
admiring
the view
and
enjoying
its offerings
but
just lately
you may
have begun
to feel
the cold surf
beneath
your feet
as
someone
further
on shore
admires
the view

 

keep in touch…

no one
ever writes
life becomes
too complicated
to
continue composing
short stories
that no one
will
really
read
nor
recall
the purpose of
so that commonly said phrase
let’s keep in touch
tho
well intended
is
most often
a variation
of
goodbye

 

this old wall…

hands
have pushed
and
chipped
at
these old mortared
dreams
for years
and
i would be remise
if
i claimed
that
there has been no effect
but
it still stands
though
it now
leans more
to the ground
these days
and
without question
cannot
withstand
much more pressure
even with treatment lumber
bracing
it
as
they say
it’s just a matter of time
and
in the blink of an eye
the wall will
crash to the earth
embraced
metaphorically
for
the last time