I like those rocks over there
and that scrappy tree.
Looking in my rear view mirror
they are on the sidewalk I see
but before,
the lady
at the liquor store
locked her window in a hurry
as they came in the door
and I circled the lot twice
wondering what she saw.
If something happened
then it went down
invisibly
but I’m guessing
we all thought the worst,
nothing happened
probably.
Those rocks on the side
of the road are cool
and that scrappy tree.
I’m home now,
what did I see?
Category: Poetry
Value
As I get older I wonder if it’s true
That I have nothing of value left to say
Or if people have just beat me down
And made me feel that way.
I am as self absorbed as they,
Maybe more by far.
I do not set out to be that way,
But it is the way we are.
So if I made you wonder
What your value is today,
I am sorry for any ills I did
That made you feel that way.
Am I Like You
I am looking at you
Like you’re looking at me
I am dreaming of you
Like you’re dreaming of me
I am feeling for you
Like you are feeling for me
But I am not afraid of this
Like you are afraid of bliss
I am thinking about you
Like you are thinking about me
I am wanting more of you
Like you are wanting more of me
I see tomorrow and you
But sorrow’s what you see
Still I am not afraid of this
Like you are of bliss
Can’t you see you
Looking at me
And see that this
You should not miss?