The Albuquerque International Balloon Fiesta starts tomorrow. A few balloons flew this morning.
Black spots on the sun
Rogue amebas worship them
Offerings well done
Sun Spots
Category: Poetry
Ducks In The Drink
Cloud critters on parade in the light of a Harvest Moon.
Where algae made art
Water changed to clear and cold
Ducks are in the drink
Harvest Moon at Dawn
Crushed
Memories meandered
Trying to recall
What secrets
The centers held
Chocolate
Or goo
Or gum
To chew
No one knew for sure
A heavy blow
Crushed it to bits
Question answered
No chocolate
No goo
No gum to chew
In the center?
Only the stick
Barely
Dawn
Dark clouds met Dawn
Rolled over mountains
Promised rain
Delivered
One-tenth of an inch
Demon clouds who spit on cyclists
Forced to
Ride through rain
Peddle mud
Raced Dusk
Beat Darkness
Barely
Dusk
The Boxer
Spunk and Glenda
Just saying there, Spunk
How did you get in that box?
I can’t say for sure
Labored on Labor Day
Dawn
Labored on Labor Day
And wore out the Spunk
Cleaning, organizing
And throwing out junk
Recovered the bench press
And Hung up the bikes
New Naugahyde stretched
And paw prints delight
Spunk, Silver and Glenda
Iceberg
Sunset
“Do I dare to eat a peach?”
Dawn
Silver considers The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock.
“Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?”
Ninety-nine point eight percent last night and this morning. The persistence of the August Blue Moon.
Sunset
Poltergeists On Pogo Sticks
Bouncing through the night
Poltergeists on Pogo sticks
Happy flashing by
Crash & Burn
Ever feel like this
Withered, worn, a bloody mess
When you crash and burn
Reddish-orange clouds
Formed
East of Eden
Blue Moon rose
As
Sun slid
Below the horizon
Tucked in
For the night
Super
Blue Moon
Illuminates darkness
Gold Blue Moon Happens
Spunk ponders Blue Moon
“It’s not blue at all. It’s gold!”
Gold Blue Moon happens
Sunset
Off Center & Not Even 