What am I, a square?
No, I am rectangular,
Of little value,
Albeit might when joined,
Pluralizing your old word.
Tag: modern
Those simple moments
Carry me through the weekday
Lunch calls and laughter
Book club, burgers, and music
For dancing in the kitchen.
The day got away
Father time drove by without
Even a hello
Saw the sunset fall through clouds
A brief respite from my screens
You can certainly try
Is it Thursday yet?
A common enough refrain
Imbued with meaning
To those initiated
Into a Critical cult
It is hard for us
To describe how exhausting
It is to listen
To the asshat that lives in
The highest office we have
Memories of you,
Captured in light and shadow,
With folded corners…
Alas, all photos will fade,
But your smile is forever.
Tomorrow is soon
Each citizen is given
Opportunity
To live out my favorite phrase
The pen is mightier, vote!!!
Trick-or-treating done,
Halloween was so much fun!
But now a new day-
Blooms across The Eastern Bay,
How I long for Fall to stay!
Down by the old stream,
We sang our songs by starlight,
Built boats out of bark,
Leaves, flowers, and a candle
To carry our wish to sea.
Oh San Francisco!
I fell in and out of love
With you by my side.
My silent constant sidekick,
In this thing I call My Life!