The Sun Always Sets, The Road Goes On Forever

On the way to town, walking

Past a priest and a man talking,

Their backs to the sun.

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On the way back, walking

Past a priest and a man talking,

Looks like the sun had to run.

The Party is Here

Well it was here,

Wasn’t it?

Do Not Disturb

Today was another no-brainer; 
The sun rose, the sun set, 
Nothing crossed my mind, 
Nothing that upset me— 
I have so much to think about yet. 

Another New Year's Eve Poem

I resolve that 
I will write 

No more poems 
Until next year. 

Kansas Dust Bowl

With the homesteaders 

Shut in, there’s a lot 
Of clothing out there tossing 
Caution to the wind— 

Still no snap, no breeze, 
No drab as can be here, 
You see if you can 

Just remember that. 

Breezy

Our granddaughter, all 
Of eleven months 

Picks up this 
Small twig, 

Puts it down as soon as 
She sees a leaf 

Fall, starts 
To crawl to where 

It would have been 
Had the wind not 

Come by to pick it up. 

A Poem Should Be (7)

Able 

In a single bound 
To leap tall 

Buildings and keep 
Its body close 

To the ground.