Long ago
Love affairs
Thrills departed
Some, barely started
Rumpled, forlorn, forgotten
Behemoth, stone-age electronics
Temporary dog fence
No longer made sense
Things bought for five bucks
Supposed to work–never did
Clothes from the eighties
When girls had big hair, and
Were Clueless in Beverly Hills
My first guitar with broken strings
Propped up with the other things
Billy Bass, sass and crass
Pet rock, singing bird clock
Perhaps, I’m too sentimental
Inanimate objects can’t think or talk
Mood ring get in line–take a walk



quick bite b4 rain

The age-old
What did
Bees like?

old ford truck

Mean, green
Ford V-8
With toothy grill
Growled and snarled
Get out of my way!

bluebird on chicken fence

Mrs. Bluebird
Struck a
Demure pose
On a fence
Of chicken wire

green door

It had been
Too long
No one
What the
Green door
Was for


Was so blue
It was
What it
Would do

red heron

Tired heron
Sighed and
Yawned, at
Red sunset
If he didn’t
Catch fish soon
He’d stay up
Till dawn

–Photos by D. Williams/WKRG TV, Lynn Jordan, Craig Roberts, Jason Taylor–

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