Schedules

.

Lies are little things
Like the seeds of a dandelion
In a breath

My front yard is threatened with them
Despite my warnings
Sometimes I must 
Kill

To keep my yard beautiful

..

I am not the only one
Though she protests my understanding
Assuring me by being
Otherwise engaged

I have to open the window
For more air

...

I am jealous of her red pen
Her voice recorder, chair and desk
Every line in the sidewalk she crosses

While she is there

....

On a quiet morning
I saw a beautiful rabbit
Who had done something bad
I didn’t know about


June 15, 2005