STONE WALKWAYS IN THE GARDEN

Not flat exactly
but flat enough
for any sensible shoe

Colors, no two the same,
but same enough, as
two cows in a pasture,
to maintain a pastoral theme

Earth’s earliest bubblings set
and glaciers push and slice
plus workman’s choice of fit
enshrines his nameless name

To form from mud and sod
tis the work of God
the work of man to try
to walk upon it all, dry shod

MONARCHS ALL A FLUTTER

I wonder
what that
papillon is on

Reeling from
too many sips
of purple flower wine

I feel fine, I feel fine

but does anyone
here know
the way to
Mexico

THE NEW HOUSE

In Boulder Dorsey gets in touch
with her inner artist
and Judith’s lovely new home

On the early morning flight she says
“We need a house that’s a work of art”
and I say “Yes dear”, which I almost
always say – and before the end of the day

a short cut through the neighborhood
a little sign on the corner
a house we’d been in before
a work of art for sure
purple and blue on the doors
scrabble tiles in the fireplace and
gemstones in the floors
so we went by for tea and a look

the rest is history
and a few poems in this book

INNER CRITIC AT THE BEACH

Sand, sand, sand
and perfect bodies tanned

And the same sand-paper line
not mine, not mine, not mine

RECESSION ON 42ND STREET

Limo hits pothole
driver’s hat lifts

Count one, two, three
how soon will it get
to you and me