November 19.20: Coping

All hail the nap!

That mini vacation,

miraculous reset,

arm-chair sedation,

restoring us to

youthful vigor

instead of creeping

mortis rigor.

So, as fugitive from

myself and the news,

I follow example

of the duck group-snooze.

 

 

March 17.19

Two mallards in the pond

are not a sign of bliss

one has staked a claim

the other says it’s his

they cut each other off

in cut-throat promenade

unmindful of how handsome

their St. Patrick’s Day parade.

 

 

Happy St. Patrick’s Day, dear reader!

May your emerald top hat shine as bright!

 

Disconnections: June 22.18

 

Mama’s smile is a lovely thing

sweet, with prideful charm.

But heed the steel in Mama’s neck:

If you come closer, I’ll break your arm.