Owls

when we came home

from our camping

weekend, there he was

hanging out in the

pine trees slated for

clear cutting

in these trees he’s loved

for years, where I too

have loved watching him

soon his mate appears

and they swoop

from tree to tree

and I hope to God

there is no little

owlet tucked away

in the safety of

a doomed tree

Honeybee

a honeybee

took a liking

to my Cayman Jack

margarita

climbing into

the bottle

taking a long swig

then a dip

then a plunge

then a swirl

and died

a senseless

death as I

tried to help

her back

to a better life

but she

refused to

admit her

problem ~

she’s buried

at campsite 301

by the fire pit

a pollinator

extraordinare

her life cut

short by

the delusional

pleasures of

this world

Belonging in the Change

a tiny black wet

Schnoodle nose

nudges my arm as

marble-black eyes

covered with wild brows

peer up at me

from the camper seat

when I lift my arm

to raise my mug,

drink cold brew coffee

from my Halloween

Snoopy mug I truly

believe will make

the cool temperatures

arrive sooner ~

Fitz is slumped

against me,

seeking, too, all

the magic of

forthcoming fall

the changing

of seasons, gentle

wind blowing outside,

a tad early for the

acorns peppering the

camper’s roof but

all the rest of

the comfort of rituals

he knows as

reassuring trust

and belonging

in his forever family

the ding

next time he

goes to a

storytelling night

he will time his

cliffhanger at

exactly two and

one half minutes

and then when

they tap that

ridiculous spoon

on the coffee cup

to signal thirty

more seconds

he will smile

return to his seat

leave everyone

hanging

and sit down

It’s Book Launch Day! (Labor Day)

Today: Book Launch Day

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Refrigerator Casket

in my melatonin dreams

the cemetery trees

hung low over the corner

graves in a

chain link grocery store

parking lot ~

going in for milk and eggs

I couldn’t

believe my eyes.

A refrigerator.

a pine box with a plunger

stuck to the top to open it

for anyone who wanted to

see the body inside, there

above ground

no one would believe this~

I took a picture

then woke up

horrified that anyone

would be buried in

a display grave

The Muse

folks raise eyebrows at

kids with imaginary friends

holding full conversations

in complete worlds they

never see

but oh,

that kid with the

imaginary friend?

yeah, that one’ll be

a writer, and and that’s

the muse setting the

stage for all the stories

all the poems

all the books

all these memories

this journey that

fuels the pen

Celebration Shoes

it occurred to me

in the shower

this morning that

the work shoes

I just bought

may be the last ones

I’ll need for my career ~

these last-hurrah celebration shoes:

Life Stride flats with

Velocity 2.0 footbeds

in navy and taupe

may get me through my

remaining years

taking me straight into

the retirement years of

my soul spirit

classic hippie Birkenstocks

for all the frayed denim

and fringed shawl

days ahead

just not today,

not yet.