He was a very civil man careful to give thanks
For a well brewed cup of coffee.
We talked about a world not so civil and
levels of battery recognized in law.
You lay your head upon my foot,
tell me I am accepted.
This poet has always been
a little less genetically engineered
If I am in safe harbor
I freely declare it here
That no merit of mine bought it
Such are the treacheries witnessed
There is the courage of the body of which I have read
or heard the stories of the elders of my tribe
Roy Benavidez spitting in the medics face
to communicate he was alive - half dead.
The edge of the hurricane brings rain to Texas always an event
Our newspaper has gone through this before carefully sealed in double bags with faced ends
Almost always some water this does send
Print to soggy reading.
The object on the road came up so fast
At first glance turtle seemed an armadillo
No room to swerve to left or right
I elected to run over it
When Elizabeth writes 43
She gives marching orders to all the world of poetry
That as poets our task is not even symmetry
Of word and rhyme or the catching of some immortal line