December 29, 2022

And I Die…Don’t Cry

If by a bear I’m attacked

On a gorgeous out and back

And I die…Don’t cry

If on the open road practicing skills

On my motorcycle for ultimate thrills

And I die…Don’t cry

If walking on a path through the woods

And an old tree and a breeze do me in good

And I die…Don’t cry

If playing around in a river’s water white

Filled with adrenaline and delight

I die… Don’t cry

If on my snowboard I hit the wrong edge

And careen off a steep ledge

And I die…Don’t cry

If bike, boat, boots or board was a part

of the stopping of my heart

When I Die… Don’t Cry

Take comfort that I was in my happy place

and would’ve chosen no other time and space

So I died? Don’t Cry!

But if while sitting in an office chair

In the foul blue glow of computer glare

I die…then, then you may cry.

November 1

Heart and Sole

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The places where our feet go together

Are always the best places to be

Regardless of location or weather

As long as we are there as a we

Looking down to see our soles and leather

Brings smile to face and soul with guarantee

Things will be great where our feet are together.

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(A Sicilian Septet)

August 16

Impatiens glandulifera

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Tall plants with pink bloom sway in traffic breeze

As they colonize wet roadside ditches

Seem to fill ecological niches

A couple months before nature’s deep freeze.

After a quick u-turn to stop the car

To get a closer look at petal count and amount

I remain clueless as to what they are.

With digital pics we’re back on our way

He drives I dive in to field guide and keys

Eager to know this late summer display.

I expected to find the name with ease

But my assumptions led me stray

Fooled by sheer numbers and presence of bees.

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(A Byron’s Sonnet)

April 14

Abandoned Infrastructure

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Old infrastructure crumbles

Bold paint adorns gray walls

Cold air moves as voices rumble

Untold artists, after dark, leave scrawls.

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Adaptive reuse provides fun

Active legs will be aching next day

Live in the moment before there are none

Forgive freely and make time to play.

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(A Lento Poem)