Saturday, July 13, 2019

Joe

There’s more than a few
people I know, but Jose
is the best. No way
can anyone compare to blue. 
I mean a “Kind of Blue.”

Time takes its toll
on others, but not my
friend. Every tear cried
with joy brings a bowl
of fruit. Let’s stroll. 

Near the end is where love
is. T. S. Eliot “arrived where
we started.” Your hair
is your flair. Look above. 
“All you need is love.”


Friday, July 12, 2019

Mr. Miracle

You write the truth more
than you know. Floors clean
themselves with dirty, lean
words. If those who adore

you, read your work aloud,
you’d be in their consciousness—
around the world. Blessedness
is a gift not given. I’m proud

to know you. Keep your
Texan privacy. Cheap are
words said in vain. Bar
talk goes down drains. Bore

no one. Heap love on
mercy needers. We all
need mercy. Above all,
a greater heart beats on.


Wednesday, July 10, 2019

Gary

Friends for life are hard
to come by. Birds, especially 
blue birds, have to gently
sing their songs. Shards

of hearts litter sidewalks.
I know a mate named Mark
who’d give crumbs, not hearts,
to these kind creatures. Talk

to me and you’ll see
that a poet can hear
what many others fear
to see—life can be

forgiving, even for kind
fellows. The best finish 
first, occasionally. Fish
and that’s what you’ll find.