A Basket of Flowers

Time-worn hands

Buzzing brain

From far away lands

Forming flowers

Hardly sane

Painting pictures

Limited by no bane

Drawing doodles

Held back by no strictures

Creating classics

A home-bound fixture

Forming flowers


Hanging high on my living room wall

A basket of flowers, picked in fall


Dryer’s Done

Ding! Dryer’s done

In goes damp, out comes dry

Glaring glow emanating

From unfolded garb

Imploring to be folded

Perceiving plenty of pants

Inside out, not outside in

Sensing invisible socks

Divorced from their mates

The warmth emerging

Is pleasant and congenial

‘Course, don’t leave them out too long

‘Else mother comes and finds you out

Oh, the warmth you feel when

Ding! Dryer’s done

Pot of Gold

I don’t know where I’m from. The ferris wheel fell down. She looked like a doll. My dad is strong. Whenever the man came down, we played catch. He’s in jail. I wonder if Mac is in heaven. Papa is probably taking good care of him. I wanted tacos. So I went to the other country to get some. Orphan kids don’t cost much. Unless they’re crazy. Then the people with briefcases and paper take them to the special place. I would like to go there. But I’m not special. Basketball is hard to play. Especially when you’re skinny. The big people pushed me. Reading is better. Nobody bothers me when I read. Mom doesn’t like it when I lock the door. Friends are hard to find. So I lock the door. There’s not a pot of gold at the end of rainbows. I think that’s stupid. There should be a pot of gold there. But only for nice people. 


Rather than fly, the elephant refuses to resist gravity. It never enjoyed the luxury of the exospheric air beating its face.

As a young calf, it never excelled at hide-and-seek, much to the poor thing’s complete dismay. Remaining unseen can’t be found among its many fortes. Apparently possessing smaller ears serves as an outstanding bonus when attempting to lie low. If you failed to observe, the elephant lacks this particular quality, among others that provide excellent camouflage.

Many days, the elephant sighs, wishing he could have the beautiful short tusks of a boar. But alas, the pitiful elephant’s tusks don’t resemble those of a boars’. As you may well imagine, this adds to the list of qualities not assisting the dear elephant play hide-and-seek.

Notice how yesterday’s footprints collected last night’s rain storm? This is easily explained when you elaborate on the elephant’s exiguity of diminutiveness. An exiguity of diminutiveness? Not only can the elephant’s brain comprehend such convoluted speech, it cannot outweigh that of a person’s!

The elephant’s greatest obstacle in playing hide-and-seek existed in the capacity of not possessing a less obvious nose. As a calf, he could never tuck his nose in. It would stick out of his desired hiding place, calling his friends to his location. He wished he could possess one of those regular noses whose sole job is to take in smells and odors.

Not only did his nose shun staying tucked in his hiding place, it declined to remain silent. When his smaller friends would sneeze, not a single head would turn. When the young elephant sneezed, the world stopped spinning for a single second. Heads would turn, eyes would stare, and the elephant, once more, would leave his hiding place.

One Medium Suitcase

I suppose that if I left home forever, I would need a destination. A map, perhaps, an airplane ticket, more than likely, and a travel guide, definitely.

I suppose that if I left home forever, I would need an extra pair of shoes. A change of clothes would be nice. A jacket to keep me warm would be ideal.

I suppose that if I left home forever, I would need a notebook or two. Reminiscing about things past, snapshotting the present, contemplating the future. I could fit all these in a notebook or two.

I suppose that if I left home forever, I would need plenty of coffee. A travel mug to drink from, a coffee maker to create from, and some sugar to stay awake from.

I suppose that if I left home forever, I would some books. Maybe a few history books, to keep me educated. Maybe a few classical books, to keep me in tune. Maybe a few fictional books, to keep me entertained. Maybe a few poetry books to keep me on my toes.

I suppose that I left home forever, I would some money. Maybe a calculator and a wallet as well. Different countries have different currencies. I would need these to calculate foreign exchange rates and store foreign currencies.

I suppose that if I left home forever, I would need a friend. Too bad I can’t pack one in one medium-sized suitcase.